This Boob's for You

Well, not really. They're actually for somebody else, specifically a colleague of my mother-in-law who was admiring her boobs. The knitted ones. Anyway, they are leading productive lives as bookends (ok, boob-ends) and, jointly, a conversation piece, fulfilling their wooly destiny.

Here is their practice run. They were just born to their job, no? I think they were enjoying the air.

Now, here's a question for the ages... is it in poor taste to vamp with someone else's boobs?

(Yes, I AM sure that's vamping. I'm not that good at it.)

Please excuse the giant ass I'm wearing. I think that's somebody else's, too.