however long ago when I decided that I had enough yarn to make that pretty Ink Flared sweater. Perhaps when I decided I had enough yarn I was on drugs of some kind. Or not enough drugs. Or maybe I went "hey, I have black yarn and two shades of gray, let's make horizontal stripes!" or some insane thing. Anyway, I have long adored this sweater. I needs one my precious. Preferably in my darker gray. Instead, I tried to get gauge in something I own enough yarn in, namely some cascade 220 in some kind of spring-green color. And tried. And tried. Because I'm a tight knitter, by the time I can get the requisite inches [four] out of my stitches I have to use big needles. Bigger than I care for, making a lacier thing than I would like for that lovely ink sweater. I pout. And sulk. And then look around, and around and around some more. I hold the spring green, which tells me it should be a cardigan. Really? I don't really wear those. Zip up sweaters maybe. Which are sort of like a cardigan. Right? After a LOT of digging at knitting pattern central, I find this. The yarn says it would adore to be that. I check to make sure I have enough yarn for it to be that. I do. I do a gauge swatch. In the wrong needle size, of course. I rip. And try again, double-checking to make sure I am using the right sized needles. I am, yay! I get gauge. I repeat that, because that never EVER happens to me. I get gauge. In the "right" size needles. Right out of the gate. I print the pattern and am knitting it now. The yarn is happy. I am happy.