A Tank Top with ARMS

Just watch and learn.

After finishing Spot the dog-level shawl, I am now embarking on what I believe is called a Tank Top for the delectation of the younger Jean. Clearly he is wary after my last escapade with jumper knitting, which resulted with the Longest Arms in Christendom. This is not a good look on anyone.

Consequently Young Jean has asked for a tank top not a jumper. Wise, yet somehow I will still probably manage to get arms in there somehow. It's like a sickness.