Happiness is a new winter coat (or something)
James got me this today in black, minus the fur trim. I stepped outside in it, and I can happily confirm that all of the great testimonials I'd had from people who swear by them against Canadian / New England / other horrific winters worldwide are absolutely true. Basically, we have been wearing incompetent coats for the past three years because, simply put, British winters did not require the same kind of coat that Northeast US winters require. It had been so many years since I'd had to think about this that finding my stylish black wool Danish coat insufficient guard against the elements was rather a let-down.