As much as I tried to tell myself that giant sleeve would somehow fit later on, the time came to finally face facts. Out in the bright sunlight of a beautiful Saturday morning, I could actually see well enough to get an accurate stitch count. I wasn't even close. Rip it. Rip it. Rip it.
The second time around, I ditched the magic loop for double points and found that knitting up the hem was a piece of cake. Happily, the false start did not put me off this sweater. The colors are so beautiful I don't want to put it down.
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