When "hot" is just too cold.

As I was leaving the Y last night (see last post as to why...) I pulled my hat down tight, and realized I looked like either a bank robber or a gang member. Seriously, it wasn't even remotely "cute" or "trendy." I then remembered seeing two girls the day before at Target running to their car wearing no coats, hats, mittens in subzero weather. Now, don't get me wrong. I vividly remembering running from the car to the door of Bucks (more than once) with Kris wearing nothing but jeans and our "guy gettin' shirts" in freezing subzero weather! I am just wondering, at what point in my life did I just decided I didn't give a crap about my looks and I was tired of being chilled to the bone? Now I go out in boots, hat, mittens and a down coat. I wander around in at least three layers of shirts and two pairs of socks? Is this the natural progression of aging? I mean the Hubby's G-Pa wears flannel on 90 degree days. Its just amusing that I have traded warmth for anything that resembles vanity!