another coat story
A few months ago, when things started turning a bit chilly, a co-worker observed my wool coat and proceeded to share a few words of wisdom with me:
“I know you just moved here from LA so I’ll just be blunt about it: you’re going to need a better coat. It needs to be big and puffy. You should buy the longest one you can find. It must have a hood.”
“It doesn’t matter what it looks like. Why? Because you’ll be warm. And soon enough, that’s all that’ll matter.”
I laughed. Walk around in an ugly coat? I don’t think so.
But then temperatures hit the teens, at which point I realized my J. Simpson coat wasn’t going to cut it.
And so the search began:
- I Googled intelligent things like, “What is warmest coat on the market?” and “Warm coat with a hood.”
- I read reviews like my life depended on it.
- Maya and I even battled the Macy’s coat section. (Let’s just say that we came out empty-handed, and although it’s been a while, we’re both still trying to process that gruesome scene.)
And then I found it:
• It’s very puffy.
• It has a very large hood.
• It is trimmed with very un-stylish faux-fur.
• The inside is covered in a hideous leopard print.
• It’s too big for me.
• It was on Super Sale at Macys.com.
Bottom Line: It’s straight up ugly. And if you see me in it you’ll likely agree.
But don’t feel sorry for me and my faux-fur! Just know that my coat is made of something akin to titanium.
And for the 4 miles I traverse each day? That’s all that matters.