Why I shouldn't be allowed to knit.

I looked at my yarn.

I looked at yesterday's post.

I looked at my yarn again and laughed solidly for five minutes.

I'd like to blame this on the remnants of drugs in my system but I'm pretty sure they're gone by now.... How on Earth do I explain this?

I KNITTED A BOOB!!

Of course I didn't want this to be a one hit wonder. My sister isn't going to need her toes warmed by mammaries forever. So I knit it in the shape of a hat so any hypothetical niece or nephew will have a ready made tit for it's head. Whenever you're ready sis, whenever you're ready.