I was sitting in the doctor's waiting room today, and realized something. Something scary.

I was wearing this:

(the greens in the scarf do match the green in the trench coat, it's just a different fiber, so the color didn't come out as true on that)

and I was knitting this:

which is the second of the socks that Jane is forcing me to knit to see if it's self striping.

Which means I was sitting in the waiting room looking like this:


or, if you need a clearer picture, like this:


That is to say, I'm pretty sure this green thing is a certifiable disorder.

And in honor of my self-diagnosis, I leave you with a self-portrait: