To be fair, the leg warmers are a little more lime than the AMAZING chartreuse cords, but I think they count. It's pretty much a medicatable condition I have, my newfound compulsion toward chartreuse clothing. I'ma go with it though.
Evanston: freezing. "Hey, before you go out, let me whip up some leg warmers for Phinny." My wife, shifting impatiently from one foot to another while I craft these cableknit quickies. Well, guess what, one slice with the rotary cutter, two zips through the serger, WAH-LAH! She barely had time to get annoyed. It was really less than like 60 seconds. And now look how attractive and useful: