For such a small sweater intended for my sweet grandchild, Collin, it was fast becoming what I was calling “the sweater from hell.” I unraveled it so many times I lost track of how often, trying to get it just right. One time I unraveled because I was too tired and later discovered I didn’t need to! Thanks to my friends at A Good Yarn Shop, I got it under control and finished, but as a vest, not a sweater.