My husband watches in disbelief as I cover myself with layer after layer. He shakes his head at the charade that is me getting dressed during the winter season.
Getting dressed November through March is a time-consuming task for me. During these five months I must wear my long-sleeve underwear, a second long-sleeve shirt, and a sweatshirt or sweater. On the bottom half, I must wear my hideously bright purple (or aqua) tights, knee-high socks, and pants. Only then, after I have all these items on, will I stand a chance at being warm. It doesn't guarantee 100% comfort, but it gets me pretty darn close on most occasions.
My husband may think I'm ridiculous, but I bet he's also thinking how hot I look in my tights. You have to admit, they are pretty sexy.
(Okay, they're not sexy and my husband informed me that I'm definitely not hot in them. Winter isn't my season.)