How determined was I to get the sleeve finished?
This arrived Monday, and I only spun on it for an hour.
Since then, I tried several things, including knitting on as if nothing bothered me, but the next twelve rows of the darkest red held up to the body forced me to reevaluate. It was just too dramatic a contrast. Good for some people, not so much for me, because -- you may be surprised to know this, especially if you know me at all -- when it comes to the knitting, I am conservative. Dramatic sartorial leaps of faith are not appealing to me. Even when I was a club kid in the 80's, I dressed in vintage cocktail dresses and red lipstick, and thought I was as close to my edge as I dared venture.
There was that one haircut . . . but I was living in London, it was 1984, and it was for a hair show. Sorry: no pictures survive.
But I am in danger of digression.
So I pulled out my Flyingdales, since it is constructed in a similar fashion to the PS136 cardigan (straight sleeve top, dropped shoulder), and laid it out on the floor, spread the pieces of the sweater on top of it and decided that it all matched up pretty well lengthwise without the dark red addition to the sleeve. I ripped back, and cast off.
If wristers are in my future, then so be it. They are pretty nice.