Knitting this sweater has been the most exasperating experience in the world. Everything that could go wrong has gone wrong; mistakes have been made, and there’s been a lot of unraveling. And now I am out of yarn. Fortunately, as my family reminds me in those moments when I am unraveling an entire sleeve and starting to lose my mind, I really love knitting. Oh yeah, I do. Whew. I have some some fancy figuring to do in order to get blood from a turnip—I mean, to get two sleeves from a half skein of yarn, and then I will show it to you. And I will tell you the whole tearful story, complete with its trials and tragedies and (I firmly believe this) its ultimate triumph. It's going to fit me. I mean it.