the neck great, comfy and cozy, right? the color, oh! then the sleeves too short, the body too clumsy and tight and who the hell would think of putting pockets like that on a sweater like that, to FORCE the sorry, disappointed confederate tony modulation out of you whether you like it or not, and ROPE YOUR ENTIRE NEIGHBORHOOD INTO A SLAVE LABOR CAMP CALLED CORRECTIONS?
no.you must not.AND you must not give up on the sweater. Salvageable if you cut it from below the underarms into an arch whose highest point is where the hood.s toggle is. You can wear ANY kind of drapery thing under it: a tee shirt, this, that.
The rest you add more lovely, alive and giggly material and stitch it into a throw.
AND you keep the pockets, put a light weight,chunky toothed plastic zipper at its borders and put something that would be cozy in it, like a thread, a button, a sequin or two, a big seed bead, the petal of a cloth flower, oh, anything.
you can even play guessing games as to what.s in there after with a frisky partner.
and this, to me, is life.
not this horrid, brutish shouting mind reading match that eats each other to death.
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