Being in the South drained my mom's brain cells almost immediately. Particularly when it comes to cold tolerance.
When she visited, it was after she had lived in Florida for about a year. While we weren't going through quite the cold spell as last Winter, it was still a bit nippy. In preparation, I had turned up my heat to 72 degrees, rather than the 69 I usually keep it at.
This is what Mom wore, and I am not exaggerating in the slightest:
Four or five shirts (the exact number varied per day, but the least amount of shirts she wore was four), three pairs of pants, six or seven pairs of socks (she borrowed my sandals because she wore so many socks that she couldn't wear her slippers and needed mine because I have big feet), three coats (two jackets and an overcoat), two hats, three scarves, and a shawl.
And she still complained that she was cold.