Desperate times call for equally desperate (edging on unwell) articles of clothing. And in times like these, you don’t need a pair of fuzzy socks or a chic jacket to keep you company. No. You need a sweater unlike any other. A sweater that tells it like it is. A sweater that screams. And screams. And screams. And will not stop screaming. A sweater that will also make you look a bit like a carefree baker’s wife, so that’s a plus.