After blocking the living shit out of it (as Sacchi suggested), this is where we were (artistic photo composition and shots, courtesy of Gert the budding photog):
There's no getting around it. The capecho, in its current form, flatters no one. Therefore I won't be trying to gift it to any of my fuller figured friends (sorry, Bambi).
But you know I couldn't just walk away.
Capecho Modification #1: The "Cape"-echo
I ripped back the ribbing on the sleeves to finish off those pentagons as regular pentagons, resulting in a poofy, cabled caplet.
Then I was found myself faced with the harsh reality that I will no more wear a caplet than I'll wear, well, a capecho.
Stay tuned for Mod #2, in which scissors may play a starring role.