I like pretty clothes and a while ago, I bought this.
It’s a brilliant cardigan: goes with lots of things, does for work and also looks good with jeans, fits well, and is a little bit different. (Well, as different as anything from Monsoon is likely to be.) So, I wear it quite regularly. People often comment that they like it.
And people who know about my dance with cancer have been known to ask whether I realised when I bought it….
….. that I was choosing a cardigan with a nice pair of tits on it.
Well, I didn’t. Or maybe, deep down, I did. Whichever – it makes me smile all the more when I wear it. I feel as though if anyone deserves to be wearing a cardigan with a nice pair of tits, it’s someone who’s had a breast cancer, and is likely to have a greater appreciation than most for their bosom.
(Monsoon claims they are finches. I think we know better.)