I finally experienced the rite of passage for female weightlifters: I popped a shoulder seam on my shirt.
Women’s shirts are not make for significant upper body muscle. Once we start to develop muscle in our pecs, lats, delts, biceps, and triceps, the women's cut shirts with the cute capped sleeves get tight, and then it give way at the weakest seam.
So I carefully deployed a seam ripper… wait, no, couldn’t find mine. So I grabbed the lovely hand-forged damascus knife that was an anniversary present from Calmer Half several years ago, and used it as a seam ripper to remove the sleeves to make a tank top.
Fittingly, the shirt has a line drawing of a feline all curled up, with:
I don’t want to adult today.
I don’t even want to human.
Today, I want to cat.
Sounds about perfect for someone who works swing shift lifting heavy things too bloody early in the morning, eh?
May you all find time to cat, and your own sunbeam.