You would think I didn't know any better. I heard the voice in my head over and over, and still I forged on even though I was (fairly) sure there was a problem. Yes, problems are best solved before they become actual problems and but, apparently, there is difficulty in facing the music. It appears I am in good company.
There is no way, on this green earth, my Que Sera is going to fit, as this fabric cannot be stretched into a larger size, at least not as large as I need. It's been knit too tightly, the needle size at least one, if not two sizes, too small. Added to that, out of eight skeins I've only used three, another sign the gauge was way off. BTW, the gauge swatch was spot on…the sweater? Not even close. I had a feeling, and I ignored it. Swatches lie. I should have measured as I knit. I often do, but denial, my age old nemesis, is alive and well.
It's not very often I find a cotton summer sweater I like as much as Que Sera and there may be a search for a more suitable yarn. Cotton Fleece is too light in weight. I'm not heartbroken, but I do feel foolish. If the temperatures were heading up, instead of down, I'd be frogging and reknitting on the spot, but this project will take a break until next spring.
C'est la vie.