I’ve taken to wearing a uniform this winter. I admit I’m not the best at layering, but I’ve developed some sort of formula for when layers are necessary for survival. I start with a band mandarin-collar shirt under a round-neck sweater, relaxed dark trousers, woolly socks, chunky black shoes, sunglasses and gloves. I throw on my jacket of the week, or a heavyweight winter coat and scarf, as needed. I find it best to keep everything covered, in loose, relaxed layers, to avoid looking like I’m being swallowed by winter gear. And to save me from seasonal depression, I keep myself entertained with cheeky gloves, a collection of pins, among a few other cold-weather distractions.