the conversation between woodgrain and shell-whorls,
while it trains the eye to see the many seductive colours, textures, and lines in what might quickly be dismissed as simply white.
In my teens, I was impatient when my mother would say that a good coat was important, that it made a first impression. For me, a coat was something to keep me warm and dry 'til I took it off at school or, eventually, work, and I preferred to use my clothing budget for the more fun stuff (not coincidentally, the items that could affordably be replaced more often while the coat had to serve for several years).
But it's been a few decades now since I've come around to mom's way of thinking and the last few years, especially, I've been appreciating the comfort and confidence that a good coat can provide. Here's my latest acquisition, the Creenstone coat I debated about several weeks ago
You can see the fullness of the skirt as it blows in the wind here.
I love these buttons up the sleeves, the zipper details, the shaping . . . all that and I'm warm and dry!
I wore the coat to take Mom to the Festival of Lights at the VanDusen gardens -- wonder if she noticed that I'd paid attention to her early lessons!