Since entering my version of an arctic environment (the weather-transition from L.A. to Portland has been more than a little rough), I've defaulted to wearing as much knit as possible while dashing through the rain to the relative safety of ceiling-equipped coffee houses and meandering down Christmas light be-speckled streets via bike. Today, it was a vintage, oversized production-I tried to imbibe the otherwise mushroom shaped sweater with some semblance of shape by cinching it with a chunky Eddie Bauer belt and maximized the faux leather elsewhere. I keep thinking that someday I'll get over sweaters in their various renditions, but instead my collection borders on a Hoarders level and is ever-growing.
Back when I was located in Portland on a more permanent basis, I really never left the house without either long-sleeved knitwear or a grandpa-reminiscent cardigan of some kind (and a lot of high-waisted denim). While constant sweater-wearing is kind of out of the question in L.A., my lounging-around-the-house uniform involved an unbelievably plush crochet blanket that I've somehow appropriated as a robe so it's refreshing to be somewhere where the weather accommodates a house-external variation.