Oh Lord, I Need This

If you've ever had the pleasure of eating a meal with me, you know I am incapable of finishing said meal without spilling something on myself.  I don't know why I never learned to eat neatly, but evidently that etiquette lesson passed me by.

Well, I found an answer that is a bit more knitterly than my usual "tuck a dishtowel into my collar":  Your Grandmother's Bib.  I'm sure these are all the rage at the old folk's home.  And perhaps one should be part of my mealtime wardrobe...