The wooly mammoth

I've been hiding my secret shame.

I'm knitting this:(jamie, I can hear you gasp from here)

It is A Dale of Norway. A sacred knitting rite of passage. Each symbol has a meaning,
and there are twelve symbols.

It is a man's XXL. On US3s and 4s.

*a moment of awe*
Well, no actually, I'm not knitting that. That was knit by a customer. A customer that can't bear to look at it (not because she recognizes the...uh...busyness of it, but because she is sick of it and it is taunting her.)
Why do I have it?
Well, in order to clear her consicous, she wants the damn thing finished. And she's willing to pay me, oh about a gazillion dollars to finish it.
And I agreed.
But I figure, the hardest part's over right? What's a coupla sleeves, a collar and some steeks (I've never steeked before) for some much needed money?
Grab a cuppa, and I'll pour some wine, I think this'll be an adventure!