I have a confession to make . . .

The truth is that my natural inclination is to dress each day like a parrot on acid. Every fiber of my being aches to be garbed in a rainbow of festive colors. It's taken years, but I've come to understand that this is not a good look for me, and that I am a tad young to pull this off as a side effect of being eccentric.

Knitting has generally helped with this problem - it allows me to add a brightly colored scarf or tank to an otherwise somber outfit, and thus, throw a bone (or sunflower seed) to my inner parrot. This week, though, I started a "ski" sweater to bring with me to Yellowstone in February, and the yarn I bought on eBay is even brighter than I realized. (la will recognize this as the top-down raglan pattern, modified for a V neck).

Will this sweater scare the wolves away? Will it lead to my fellow expedition members leaving me on an ice floe to quietly fade away? Only time will tell . . .