My self-control is non-existent. And my hearing is impeccable. I could hear the TSNYN calling to me from its hidden spot in my stash drawer. No no, I must knit the Monkeys. The Monkeys were here first. I'm getting $ for the Monkeys. The Monkeys will get angry.
So...um..yeah...
This would be the swatch that somehow (I'm not quite sure of the transition point) turned into Sleeve #1. But don't tell the Monkeys, cause the ruckus they would raise would be deafening.
And TSNYN shall from this point forward be known as "Pattie". 