Another vest.

This is the second vest in my woolly vest collection. I do not wear it very much, because it is a bit unusual, but I do like it. I found it among my Grandma's clothes when she had her big downsize-from-big-family-home garage sale last year, and it was crocheted by another member of the family—one of her sisters-in-law or someone. It has a few moth holes which I have sewn up and aren't noticeable. I like the colour and the crochet, but when I wear it the openess of the crochet feels a bit weird and it's not very well shaped around the  neck and shoulders, particularly at the back. Anyway, when I wear it I feel designy and authenticly retro. And the shirt under it is one of my most favourite, but is so thin now I have poked my finger through it at the back. Vests are so helpful for delaying shirt death: it's like independent living for active retiree shirts.