What is it about us northern Europeans and the love of a gigantic collar, a drapey hood, a layered scarf…anything to turtle and bury your face into or under?
Genomic memory of frigid temperatures long ago? Freudian subconscious slips of returning to the enveloping comfort of the womb? Inherited gaulic or gothic fashion ethics? My head actually tingled at the very sight of this delightful wooly mess ~ vintage European shops offer centuries of sensibilities for the senses.
agyness?
gollum?
snuggle.