The story isn't completely backward, though. My mother felt so sorry for me, all wan and sweaty in bed, that she pulled the covers back, put me on her lap, covered us both up, and read to me all afternoon. I still remember her reading Grover and The Everything in the Whole Wide World Museum, her imitation of Grover saying, "Hello, little Small Hall" is as clear in my mind as if it were yesterday.
So turtlenecks aren't completely ruined for me. Obviously, because I've been wanting to make Sexxxy Librarian for some time. The cowl is knit very long then doubled over and sewn in. I've got about 8 inches to go, but that is what a Friday night is for, right, partay animals?