I accept the cold as a by product of my hanging out on the side of a mountain most of the winter but I do not accept it as part of my everyday life. I do not expect to get windburn on my way to the supermarket or to loose the feeling in my fingers between my office and the carpark. After contemplating whether mother nature had recently been screwed over by an ex (she seems to have turned into a bitterly cold bitch) I ventured forth to purchase a new coat come jacket come blanket that would be acceptable to wear in public.
Kicking myself for not grabbing the divine faux fur jacket I had recently seen in Sydney (I even sent a friend back to the shop to see if it was still there, alas no) I spent hours the next week trying on wool coats that made me resemble Paddington Bear and had almost given up when a friend made me try on her puffer.
Always fearing I would be one of those women, you see them everywhere, who look something like a cross between the Michelin Man and the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man from Ghostbusters I was pleasantly surprised that the mobile duvet was almost as flattering as it was warm.
Still slightly suspicious that I could have been delirious from the cold and not wanting to risk $300 - $500 of my hard earned $$ I decided to Macklemore it (this is my new term for thrifting) and I happy to report I am now as snug as a bug in a rug and delirious enough from the warmth to imagine I look something like the stylish ladies below.
