Sweatshirt Season is My Super Bowl

by Asten Clarke
(feat. chaos from Daisy Carter)

There’s something magical about this time of year. The air gets crisper, the PSLs return to Starbucks, and I start preparing for my annual transformation into a walking Disney store. That’s right — it’s nearly sweatshirt season.

Some people count down to Christmas. I count down to the moment it’s socially acceptable to wear a hoodie indoors without judgment.

🧥 The Vibe? Comfy-Core Meets Nostalgia Overload

I own a lot of sweatshirts. Like, enough to clothe a small army of emotionally overwhelmed Disney adults. There’s the Simba one I wear when I’m feeling slightly feral, the pastel Stitch one that doubles as a wearable hug, and at least three variations of Mickey looking very smug for someone who hasn’t aged since 1928.

And let’s not forget the one I wore so much last winter it now has an emotional support hole in the sleeve. (Still wearable. Still iconic.)

🌧 Why I Love It

It’s sensory-friendly.
It hides the fact I’m probably wearing pyjama bottoms.
It gives off “yes I’m cute but also anxious” energy.
And most importantly… it’s me. My style, my safe space, my weird little armour.

🛍 Autumn Wishlist (So Far… No Promises)

Something Tangled-inspired. (Because Rapunzel is autistic-coded and I will die on this hill.)
A ‘Chaos Gremlin’ slogan jumper in hot pink. For obvious reasons.
Possibly something Marvel/Superman so I can match Myron. Couple goals but make it cosy.

💬 Daisy’s Corner: Sweatshirts I’d Steal from Asten’s Wardrobe

That Stitch hoodie – I need it for comfort when I’m overthinking at 3am. Also, it smells like her shampoo and hope.
The Simba one – gives “I’m about to bite someone but in a nostalgic way.”
Anything pastel – to trick people into thinking I’m sweet.
The one that says “Mentally I’m at Disneyland” – because same.

Also: if you ever see Asten in a sweatshirt and Crocs combo, just know she’s either having a breakdown or living her best life. There is no in between.

✨ Final Thoughts

I might not be ready for Christmas. I might not even be ready for adulthood. But I am so ready to wrap myself in soft fabric, rewatch Barbie Dreamhouse, and exist in a cloud of nostalgic comfort.

Sweatshirt season isn’t just fashion. It’s a state of mind.

Actually Asten