Hrafn Knit/Hack Sweater: Sleeve Two: ARGH!

So I was knitting merrily along on Sleeve Two, a broad expanse of handsome stocking stitch (that's "a buncha V's, right?" to the non-knitters, like the outside of a sock) interrupted along the back of the forearm by a twisting overhand knot, made a little pointy on each end to better complement the main body's knot.

By the way, tanyad wanted a WiP photo--which I think are a bit silly, but all the cool knitbloggers are doing it, so, just for her, ( I will put one behind a handy cut. )

--but you can tell the knotwork, and so I am happy. The stuff of which I babbled in the more technical post on these sleeves can be compared to this picture and theoretically make sense. Translating for, um, anyone else, it means: "make a narrow cuff bit, make it poof a bit, then straight to where it would have been had it tapered instead of blousing, then taper normally to shoulder.

However!

At the end of lunch, I noticed...a purl.

In the middle of all that beautiful knit. ( Closeup behind cut. )

Actually, this book is the source of the first cabling I ever did, so actually using it to make a sweater instead of just yanking its motifs as inspiration for unwearably-warm-for-California scarves and rune bags that have been amusingly misidentified by drunken heathens (there are stories, oh yes) is an interesting bit of coming 'round again, and that always appeals.

I'm also making this because I am proud of my skill--and, frankly, of all the things I'm good at, this is among the easiest to show off. I will see that thing, know that thing, and then probably not want to wear the sweater. I would just quietly fix the damnthing and not blogrant about it except I have students, and when I see medancer get flummoxed by King Charles Brocade, I figure she could probably benefit from seeing what makes me tear my hair out. So.

The hackers of my flist appreciate this, whether they hack source code, fabric, yarn, cameras, choice mental states, whole organizations of social experimentation, souls, fabric, or whatever. It is for me and I will know, forever and ever amen. I could, perhaps, talk myself out of it if it were, say, to be consigned to my underarm, but sadly NO, it is right there on my upper forearm, and it's pissing me off to look at it.

( Two ways to fix this, included for instructional and talking-it-out-to-myself purposes. )

One supposes that the instructional purpose would be best served by leaving the bad little purl to sit until I have medancer in for a private lesson tomorrow, but I'm not inclined to do that; if I can fix this purl promptly, I can finish the sleeve tonight, and think about uniting sleeves and body.

So, Gentle Readers, a question that involves only aesthetic taste and not technical knowledge( behind the cut )