I’ve been a bit down in the dumps lately. It’s January and I’m a Minnesotan. I’m legally required to be down in the dumps at this time of year.

Since I’ve been so sad and insecure and nearly descending into the pits of the mean reds, I decided to pull out some old favorites today — my comfort clothes. Usually I put about a nanosecond of thought into what I’m going to where for the day. But today’s ensemble took effort, foresight, and some digging.

I started by plunging into the depths of the bra bin for my very favorite of all time Orangey the orange bra. Yes, I’ve been so down that I opted to spend the day with lopsided breasts. Not that you could really see them under my very favorite Paul Westerberg t-shirt, my Marthon Shirt and one more sweatshirt for good measure. I also wore the jeans with the green paint on them, because they’re most comfy.

Sure I looked like a still-drunk freshman at her 8 a.m. mythology class, but that seemed like a small price to pay to feel comfortable and secure all day.