Home Again Crappity Crap

I dutifully trudged to the gym this morning for my run. When I got there there was a sign on the front desk saying the women's locker room would be closed from 10-11. In other words, for exactly the time I need it to be open so I don't show up at work stinky and sweaty. So I turned around and came home. Damn.

I think the body of Lamour is done to the armholes. I started a sleeve last night. Thanks for all the suggestions about my measuring conundrum. I will most likely ignore it all and just wing it. Sorry precise people out there. That's just not me.