sweater deceit

I'm wearing an itchy sweater today. Granted, it's an itchy sweater that I bought last spring, but that doesn't make it any less itchy, now, does it? My wearing it has really enforced my November's Resolution, and I'm seriously considering whether my decision to not buy a single itchy sweater this season should be expanded to require the donation of all currently-owned itchies. Then again, I'm not sure I can bring myself to give this sort of torture to anyone.

Such materials should be outlawed. It's just that they always look so nice and soft in the store. "It can't be that itchy, can it?" Oh yes, it can, and it is. And they get me every time, including this morning when the inviting "green fuzzy" took advantage of the ever-susceptible morning-brain. Three hours later, I'm wondering what was I thinking and, tonight, "green fuzzy" will be retired. One down, three to go, and the life shall be itch-free forevermore.