I love clothes. I take back anything I ever said against clothes. I especially love thermal underwear, fuzzy socks, scarves, gloves, sweaters with all kinds of necks which I used to find uncomfortable. The boys, too, are seriously not naked in any way. We are reformed nudists.
Suddenly, doing laundry becomes an exercise in gratitude... THIS is my soft undershirty thing, which I will wash at a low temp. THIS is Max's lined fleecy trousers. Scarves, I love you. All of these many socks? I love you too. How could I ever have thought otherwise?