It’s winter. It’s cold. I’m cold. I looked at my wardrobe the other day and felt utterly uninspired by everything I saw (and trust me, there was lots to see, this is my first world problem). What on earth did I wear last winter? Do you ever get that? At the start of every season I’m baffled as to what I wore last season.
And then I remembered all I wore last winter was stretchy stuff. And that reminded me also that at one point last winter, all I could bear to eat was cookies.