Namely, knitting a vest for my father out of Rowan Chunky Tweed (ka-ching$!) and in trying to accomodate the McCoy tummy failing to account for the arm holes. Yes, look closely and you will see a garment similar to one worn by Fred Flintstone. Luckily the recipient doesn't seem to notice, or mind. Such is the beauty of being 79.
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