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[hypersomnic]

We are now officially in Winter's midst and that means I will wear as many sweaters as I wish, thank you very much.

December, be kind.

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[bacchiclaureate]

You should ask Santa for this https://www.orderforeverlazy.com/

[hypersomnic]

... I attempt to stay away from things that come in Hanky Pinky Fuschia. It seems detrimental to ones health.

[bacchiclaureate]

That's why you go for Asleep on the Job Gray! Very you.

[hypersomnic]

They somehow manage to be more unsettling than Snuggies.

[unlovesick]

There is a [ limit ]
on sweaters ?

I had not been previously aware.
The limit, one would imagine,
should be (only) when one is warm
- should it not?

[hypersomnic]

Apparently? Though I would much rather be wearing "too many" sweaters than one of those terrible jackets that crinkle and make all kinds of noise.

A coworker counted my sweaters this morning. It seems five is considered excessive.

[unlovesick]

Oh! Yes.
They are rather dreadful. And loud.
But blankets | d  r   a    g | when you try to bring them outside.
Which is messy
& discouraging.

And five is such a small number.
I think you look soft.

[hypersomnic]

Extremely so. (Messy and discouraging, that is.) And at times quite unmanageable.

I can be content with being a matryoshka doll in sweaters if it means I can be soft.
Perhaps you could touch test my winter wardrobe? Losing such a quality as softness would be a shame.

[sunshnesongster]

Isn't body heat suppose to keep you warmer?

[hypersomnic]

That is what they say. Rather inappropriate for the morning train to work, however.

[sunshnesongster]

It's better than freezing.

[hypersomnic]

My absolute least favourite f-word.

[persephoniacal]

I wish to subscribe to your newsletter, dear Hypnos.

[hypersomnic]

I am flattered, Persephone, but I am afraid such a letter would be terribly boring.

Winter is so very darling but for the cold, I think. How do you plan to make it through the chill, my lady?

[persephoniacal]

There is nothing boring about sweaters, my dear - or hats or scarves or gloves.

I shall hibernate, I think. I shall tuck my toes between the couch cushions and wrap myself in blankets and welcome my family to cluster around me at all times. I shall expect my husband to be at my beck and call~

[hypersomnic]

A few of my favourite things~

That sounds a most wonderful plan (and just what husbands are for, I should think). Leisure at it's finest, draped in momentary diamonds. The very best of excuses.

[unbiaseddeath]

There are alternative ways of keeping warm.

[hypersomnic]

Are they portable? I fear that is my main issue.

[unbiaseddeath]

Hand warmers, I suppose. Admittedly, I cannot think of much beyond that.