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For a long time, I thought I just loved winter clothes. That was the story, anyway. Give me a turtleneck under a sweater under a long cardigan, a scarf wrapped twice, a coat I never quite took off indoors. Always in gray, black, brown, or cream. I felt like if I jazzed it up with a statement shoe or some jewelry, I was fine. I wasn't fine. I didn't feel comfortable, and I didn't look comfortable either. I looked stuffed and hot! And my mother knew it. We were talking about no