Zen Frankenstein Barf, or something clever

A few years ago, I had grand ideas and little else. I was unemployed and looking for cheaper ways to knit sweaters. On a thrift-shopping expedition with my (enabling) Mountain Sister, I happened to come across a silk-angora blend sweater. It was one of those tragic cases of a beautiful yarn trapped in a horrid knit, passed over for all eternity. Such small things can be the death knell for a perfectly good sweater - wrong color, wrong fit, wrong era. I thought giving it new life would be a worthy endeavor.

IT'S ALIVE! (Click for pattern)

On a wing and a prayer, I snipped the sweater apart and slowly (and painfully) unraveled the angora magic. It was a demure oatmeal color with flecks of white and a bit of halo. I wondered whether there would be enough for a sweater for myself (the original was an XL. Apparently in my head, I am too). I pictured a serene, sophisticated sweater that other stylish knitters wear - those that are too grownup for obnoxious purples and turquoises, but instead wear things that are.....gray. And black. And brown. Surely there is a whole slew of people who are satisfied with knitting grown-up colors all the time. Apparently I haven't yet reached that phase, because less than halfway through, I almost barfed every time I saw the oatmeal color. Including in my oatmeal. (See? This is why I'm not mature enough for oatmeal and brown colors).

She's so sophisticated. *barf*

So I guess it shouldn't be any surprise that I am less than enchanted with my latest finished object. Usually, once I start to see the pieces coming together, I get excited again. It's not a blob! It's a sweater-shaped blob! I'm going to be so frickin' zen in this! This time, for whatever reason, I just finished it so that I could check it off my mental list. And so I could say that I did it. After all, once challenged, I can't stop until I've followed through. Including self-challenges. I've gotten into trouble with those.

Sigh. Here are some pictures. They are of the actual thing that I knit, not things I'm using for humor to divert your attention.

Not bad, right? It's clean, it's subtle...perhaps even grown up. It's comfortable, like an old sweatshirt, but a bit classier. With the exception of a wider sleeve circumference than is preferable (leading to shoulder-puffiness - see below) there's really nothing wrong with it. It's just not my tune. 

Beh.

The details are as follows: pattern is the Kimono Top from Knit So Fine, in seed stitch instead of butterfly stitch. I made the smallest size using recycled silk/angora yarn from an unraveled sweater, which happened to match gauge. I seamed it using another yarn - an ivory fingering-weight wool - as I was certain that the fairly fragile angora yarn would break with so much friction. You can't see the other yarn at all. I followed the rest of the pattern as written.

I feel a bit bad, though, insulting this poor Frankenstein sweater. It's perfectly nice. What should I do?
Cheers!
Daisy