Burn That Tie-Dye Sweatsuit. It’s Time To Dress Up Again.
It seems there is a point at which even the most ardent sweatpants devotee breaks rank. Perhaps it was the smattering of temperate late-fall days or the stultifying relentlessness of WFH life, but suddenly all the cozy, plush, fleecy piles in shapeless silhouettes were anathema to me. The cognitive dissonance I’d felt marveling at the…