After yesterday’s disaster I walked away from my sweater for a few hours. I looked at it and swore a few times, then I got out my sissors and carefully ripped out the neck edge. I decided I should have cast on more stitches. I’m still so sore about the whole thing that the sweater sits in a neglected heap in the living room while I happily work away on 5 mm dpns on little G’s winter hat. Stupid sweater can sit there for another day or two.