can't you feel the chains?
in some alternate reality, Violet Grey and I found ourselves once again passing the camera back and forth on the ugly maze of furniture showroom carpeting in the old art store building. and the phantoms lingered.
she was delivering the teal cardigan still slightly damp from blocking. the linen stitch collar was pretty fine, but I pulled it out in the end, preferring this smock-like house-sweater situation with narrow button band and no collar. for a size small, its very roomy.