A little cleavage in a crochet top I made ?

You notice the cleavage first — that soft, deliberate press of skin framed by the open weave of a crochet top clearly made by someone who knew exactly what they were doing.

You find yourself tracing the handiwork with your eyes, each knotted gap a small window into warmth underneath, the fabric clinging just enough to make you want to pull the whole thing loose.

You feel the pull of something handmade and intentional, designed not just to cover but to tease — and you already know you're not looking away anytime soon.