Remember this top?
After I failed so miserably at this make, I hung it in my laundry closet until I could figure out what to do with it. But every time I opened the door, I felt like it was taunting me. So . . . here's what it looks like now:
Over the weekend, when I was too tired to knit or sew, I spent an hour or so unpicking the sleeves, facings and collar. I had determined that if I take out about 2.5 inches from the center front, the fit is OK.
Now it's waiting for me to get back from California, at which time I'm thinking of turning it into a camisole . . .