Ever since I can remember I have had nothing but disdain for winter. I have lived most of my life in the northeast with torturous winters that last approximately 7 months; while the more fun, way cooler seasons are squished into the remaining 5. I get depressed, I bitch, I moan, I shop.  Of course spring, summer and fall offer sexier more attractive alternatives to attire, winter contributes layers and bulk.  That being said, as I have gotten older I have embraced cold weather fashion, and (dare I say) more practical, warm appropriate clothing.