I just moved from Southern California to Boston, MA. I have been told over and over again that it's wicked cold here so I decided to ensure that I don't hate my new city just because of the winter. So we had out first storm last weekend and in the single digit temperatures, rain, and snow, I have found myself stepping outside and thinking, "Oh, this isn't that bad." I can wear one layer underneath and still be cozy in the soft warmth of my coat. I kind of feel like I never left my bed. And I love it. I'm warm, warm, warm, in the wind, rain, snow, and freezing temperature. And according to my very honest friends, it doesn't completely eradicate all signs of the fact that I've got a body under there.