I was actually hugging the radiator yesterday I was so cold. Yes, I was that cold and my radiator is that weak. When the temperature really drops, dressing becomes all about throwing on whatever is around, piling it on into a somewhat hodgepodge mix of layers, sweaters over sweaters, socks over tights, warmth becoming my singular priority. Once sufficiently wrapped, I don't even dream of venturing outside, rather ideally, I would then stay in playing cards and drinking hot chocolate with whipped cream. Lots of whipped cream. It'd be nice if I had all these pieces of sartorial wonder to pile on.
It'd be even nicer if my radiator worked.