The massive drop in temperature of late sees me piling on the layers like nobodies business. You know by now that comfort and warmth is key for me, so with the prospect of chill, I reach for the knits. I may be peacocking with some 'look ma no coat' type swagger, but with my winter staple heat tech as layer one of all of my outfits, I no longer live in fear of the British sub temperatures. (Ok, I know they're not actually sub, but I do like to be dramatic.)
For now, in an obvious juxtaposition to my top half layering, I embrace my slight peeks of flesh. Because when Wang says, Aisling does. Need I say more?