I feel like every time I turn around some news channel, radio channel, or loud mouth person is reminding me of how flipping cold it is in New York. Okay they say it's 30 but feels like -231438 degrees kind of cold; and I don’t know about you, but I’m the kind of person that doesn’t really appreciate being constantly reminded of just how cold I really am. I appreciate you pointing it out, Captain Obvious, that yes I can see my breath, but trust me I’m fully aware of the extremities I can’t feel right now.
What is the one upside to this kind of weather? The entrance of my favorite kind of clothing: the super chunky knit sweater. I’m obsessed, I dream about it, I wait to be able to pull it out of my closet every year. There is nothing better than a sweater that thoroughly envelopes you and is practically begging you to make some hot cocoa and crack that last book you bought but just can’t seem to find the time to read. To me, the chunky knit sweater is a lot like the leather coat; it’s timeless, a little bit edgy (worn correctly), completely comfortable, and gives that too-cool-for-school chic look that says “Oh yes, I just rolled out of bed and threw this on, but DAMN if I don’t look fabulous.”
Head to toe I can think of nothing better than a long chunky sweater, maybe belted, with some nice flat booties and disheveled hair. This is the perfect escape from those sweat pants Hannah pointed out a few days ago (I mean really, who didn’t read her article and look down just to be reminded they too were wearing sweats, I know I did…) without exerting too much effort that we melt away any of that winter fat we’ve worked so hard on storing.
Text Corinna Fabre
