I was lying.
I didn't love it. I wanted to love it. Wanting to love something is clearly not the same as actually loving that thing, but it took me a month or so to accept that.
Last week I ripped out the ribbing.
I picked up a bajillion more stitches along the front edges (about double), and I knit a lot more short rows around the collar. The combination gave me ribbing that wasn't stretched to the breaking point, and a collar that actually looked like a shawl collar.
It took a few days of mindless k1, p1-ing, but it was worth it.
Now I love this sweater.
*Yes, I'm also wearing my button necklace. You'll have to take my word for it, but I have my Blackrose socks on as well. Basically, I'm a pioneer woman.**
**If by "pioneer woman," you understand that I mean, "woman who knits in front of the TV."