Look, it Friday. The fact that you’re wearing anything other than sweat pants is impressive. You know that feeling of “still kind of sick and also pretty upset about a plethora of current events plus some weird life things and I just got my period and ugh is that a zit on my neck like seriously why there?” I have just the item for you. A piece so large, so immense, so vast; a sarcophagus of wool and cotton; a woven womb; a slouchy sweater. The more folds, the better. Crawl inside. Allow it consume you. Let go of the world outside. All you are and all you ever need to be is a little tiny speck in a sea of yarn. Nothing can hurt you. Nothing can even touch you. You are free. Chic!