Doom, Despair, and Agony of Sleeves...

With apologies to Hee Haw for changing the lyrics of their best song. Hee Haw was so integral to my childhood that my sister gave me a boxed set of the greatest episodes - how does one repay that kindness?

Well, onto the sleeve. So this is the white slinky-ish knit from Chicago, which runs just like pantyhose and sticks to itself like Cling Wrap - delightful! You can see by the seam allowance showing through the sleeve that I couldn't get the sleeve to fit the armhole, so I tried letting it do what it wanted.

It felt tight and you can see wrinkles at the underarm as well, so I think I really need to enlarge the armhole itself, not so much the sleeve.

Well, maybe I should try gathering the sleeve cap to fit the armhole like most people do.

Here's one more shot of shortened sleeve cap - note the alignment of the wrinkles.

And here's my attempt at gathering the sleeve cap and easing it into the armhole - what a great study in wrinkles - they're going the other way now! (I wish I knew what that meant - I'm sure I can figure it out...)

So I had to just put that down because it was driving me crazy. This can't be a TNT if I haven't figured out the sleeves yet, and all the Silhouette tops I bought have that same French dart, so I bet the armholes are similar too - arrghhhhh! Back to the drawing board...

Wait - I know! The cardigan armhole fit perfectly - I'll trace it onto this shirt - that's gotta work...right?

(Also, did you note how the material is quite sheer so I lined the front by cutting 2 fronts and sewing it all up as one? Which means 4 French darts, and a walking foot...what a lot of work - sigh.)