Are you there cleavage? It's me, Margaret.

I wore my lovely new cornflower blue silk shirt to S's birthday last night. I would characterize the neckline as "daring" but not "immodest"... until I saw the photos of me halfway through the evening. There was some Ya Ya's, and then there were some Ta Ta's. Apparently the surging mass of tissue that is my chest had pushed it's way forward until the shirt was practically bursting with boob. The worst thing is realizing it part way through dinner, so I couldn't do much about it except smile... and enjoy the great service from the waiters.