Getting cosy at Cos

As the air continues to bite more and more by the day, and the sudden advent of daylight savings has left us in the dark at the unholy hour of 5 or so, I was overcome with the insurmountable urge to layer layer layer and sweater sweater sweater. Even in an itchy capacity, which is usually the antithesis of my knitwear dogma, something about this season is driving me to shades of grey and thick, scratchy knit. So, en route to drinks at Sketch the other day, I popped into Regent Street's Cos, the upscale sister of H&M which I know is an untapped source for snuggly and reasonably priced knits and, in the fifteen minutes in which I had to shop, these were the three jumpers I ended up schlepping to the fitting room.

The first, a classic waffle textured charcoal oversized number (left) was the one that made it home with me--though I'm sure it has many lookalike siblings buried in the back corners of my as-yet-to-be-excavated winter wardrobe, a girl can really never get too much of a simple good thing.

The second, a carpeted, hedgy, quasi Comme concoction (middle), inevitably could lend itself to a healthy amount of styling and layering, but just wasn't quite me. Had this been the booming days of yore, I might have taken it home for a play, but beggars must be choosers these days, so the hedge cardi was left behind.

The third (right), which had upon being selected for fitting, was the front runner in my mind, cream, soft, excess uses of fabric to create a poncho/jumper/dress/walking blanket. But when I put it on, it was just a table-cloth of knitwear that really didn't do anything for me.

And so the hunt for the perfect chunky sweater continues.