Fur was out of the question but I am not opposed to fur-trim or faux fur. I knew I wanted something cozy and comfortable but it also had to meet my requirement of workday chicness and versatility. It had to be wool and one that didn't show lint. I realized I might need to spend a bit more for this dream garment and I was willing to do it.
My hunt didn't take long once an alert saleswoman pointed out that I was trying on the wrong size. The reason why I never liked buying coats to begin with, is because the larger sizes give me way too much volume in the shoulders and chest even though the fit is perfect for the waist area. I often sprang for smaller sizes that pulled in the torso but fit perfectly at the collar. The saleswoman suggested I buy the larger size and consider spending extra money to have the shoulders, chest, and arms tailored. Brilliant.
The coat I chose is a beautifully saturated eggplant-color in a loden wool. It has an attached hood with dyed-to-match fox trim. It looks great but more importantly, it makes me feel secure and protected from dropping temperatures and whatever precipitation falls from the sky. It's comforting, and like Joan, I burrow down inside it on dark nights in the car as the fur trim gently brushes my cheeks. I plan on taking good care of my investment piece. As one gets older, special items like my coat seem to bestow enduring rewards. Despite the fickleness of changing fashions, I am more and more reluctant to give up the things I really love for the latest models. My sumptuous new winter coat will have its own legacy. Definitely to be worn again and again. Definitely forever.