Me wearing a bolero?

I've always thought of myself as person who can't wear boleros or short cardigans/jackets. I'm too tall. And flat chested. I've always been afraid it'll look as if I bought a cardigan in the kid's section or had an accident in the washing machine. Or if it looks homemade, I'd worry people think I ran out of yarn.

Among my knitting books, I have a book by Lene Holme Samsoe (Swedish title: Sticka romantiskt, modernt och kvinnligt. Original/Danish title: Feminin strikk) and when looking through it the first time I fell in love with a bolero... I can't explain it. It's cute. Something I'm not. It's a bolero. Something I don't wear. It has a ribbon in it. So not me in my clothes. And still... I fell in love.

I fought it. And hid the book.

Yesterday I went to an open knit night in one of the yarn stores in town and I looked through her book collection. She had the book. And I opened it. And I ended up buying yarn for it... Pink yarn...

Here's a link to Blackbunny's version of it.