I used to place vanity over comfort. Nowadays I inverse them, I notice, as I pulled on an oversized wool cardigan over a next-to-naked yoga tank top and sweat pants. And I will go out in them, I don’t care, comfort is the new very-sexy, Especially in winter, when wool feels just heavenly on bare skin. When you are wearing something that doesn’t feel right, it shows. Tugging and adjusting only serves to heighten how uncomfortable you are in your own clothes. It reminds me of something I read yesterday; know yourself, and adorn accordingly.