It isn't what you think. I'm wearing a sweater today because of the horrible, unseasonal weather, and it's itchy. My shirtsleeves keep riding up under the sweater sleeves so that the prickly sweater material is poised to torment my already itchy upper arms. It's a terrible cycle; it itches, so I rub through the material, which catches on little pieces of skin, which cling to the fabric and stick around to poke my arms and make them itch more. Eventually there's nothing for it but to make a beeline for the bathroom, tear off my sweater, roll up my shirtsleeves and rub frantically at the itchy bits. At least I'm not scratching... much.
I hope the Corn family isn't offended by vines. Six hours in the car with prickly sleeves is more than I'll be able to stand.Posted by dianna at June 8, 2005 01:51 PM