I just sat down to say that a tentative peace has settled over the house, with no upsets or emergencies for a few days now, and no sooner had I typed that than the cat heaved a hairball onto the living room carpet and the phone and internet went out. I took this as it was intended - clearly a warning, and made a pot of coffee and sat down to knit until order was restored. No more will be said of how well things are going. Apparently good days don't like direct eye contact. Not a problem.
The Kiama jacket and I have taken up again with each other. I unpicked the bound off edge, and got all the stitches back on the needle, and I'm in the process of making the whole whack of the thing longer.
When I decided to stop shorter than the pattern called for, it was because I was pretty happy with the length in the back. I'm short, most patterns aren't and I almost always shorten stuff to match my reality. Unfortunately, as I was knitting this, my nature given wits apparently took their leave for a bit, and I didn't take into account that due to the funky construction, shortening the back also shortened those drapey fronts. Now, my front is as short as my back, so that would be cool, except for the rather inconvenient breasts that have to be taken into account. On the model, those fronts drape past her breasts most elegantly (I suspect she may have more elegant breasts) but on me, now suddenly ended precisely at nipple height, giving my normally rather normal looking assets a look that looked like I'd pitched a double-wide tent rather crookedly over a watermelon patch.
If you're having trouble visualizing that, just stop and be grateful that you didn't have to live the moment of low-self esteem that went with witnessing it. I'm 41, and I have working class breasts that have done a lot of service time, and I'm pretty okay with how (and where) they are, but really, after that experience, I'm never going to think of them quite the same way. I'm adding a couple of inches, but if I add as much as I think I need to give me the length that I want in the front, the whole business is going to be past my arse in the back.
I think the answer is short rows. I'm going to add to the length in the fronts without adding to the back, I hope. Details tomorrow, assuming I finish and can take the emotional risk of trying it on again.