I love men’s sweaters and/or sweatshirts. I think it traces back to wearing dad’s double-XL t-shirts for pajamas. In junior high, my favorite winter piece of clothing was my dad’s gray hooded sweatshirt from Old Navy, which I soon convinced him belonged to me. Something about how it came down to about four inches above my knees and how the sleeves were so long, my hands disappeared about three inches before the hem. How I loved to flip the hood up when it started to rain. I would tilt my head back, so to peer just underneath its edge. It was warm, it was comfortable, it was safe.