More like five inches of knitted buffoonery.
You didn't know there was such a thing as knitted buffoonery, did you?
Here's me, measuring my daughter's chest size so I can decide what size to make this top:
Me: How big are Punky's boobs?
Punky's Sister: They're freaking HUGE!
Me: I know, right? Oh-mah-gawd...
And so, I cast on approximately 800 million stitches and got started on The Shirt Of Huge Boobness.
A couple of inches into it, I start thinking "what exactly constitutes 'freaking HUGE', anyway? I mean I know her bra size, but when the nearest pattern size is actually 3 inches larger than that, even allowing for the probability that she'll wear a bra and a tank top under this...it might not be the boobs that are huge, but the shirt.
Luckily, there are plenty of places in this pattern to make huge-ness disappear. Like everything else in life, we're winging it.
OK....so....when I post the completed picture with my kid wearing the top, can you do me a favor and act like we've never had this conversation about her boobs? Thanks--you're a peach.