I will readily admit that I'd love to have my navy J Crew peacoat here. Or my leopard-print wool, mid-thigh length, sassy swing, deep pockets. Or the turquoise J Crew peacoat I was a bit sheepish about adding to the closet a few years ago, but just couldn't resist colour, mid-winter. Or the midi-length, dramatic black beauty I bought nine years ago, and still love to break out occasionally. Or the charcoal cashmere coat I bought on sale at Banana Republic, also about nine years old, and still worn at least weekly.
Or my black leather moto jacket. . . .
Meanwhile, in my Blogverse, one Sue reveals a wonderful coat bargain she scored on a recent trip to New York, and another Sue, in a climate with very different winter demands, shares a photo of another drool-worthy manteau. The Desire Machine gets ramped up. . . .
But as much as I'm feeling a bit Envious, a bit Bored with what I've brought along, a bit Covetous of More, More, and More, I'm also appreciating what can be enough. I did buy a beret yesterday, at the market, a Made in France beret, in an orange not too different from the best orange you spot in these photos. But I will be able to make do, and not look too shabby, with what I've managed to pack in one carry-on, and to do that for ten weeks.
And this evening, I'll be wearing something for the first time this trip, so. . . Variety! Yay! It's something Pater generously used his carry-on to bring me, a blue velvet (velour, knit, actually) dress I've had for ages, perfect for the event we're attending. More later. I've got a yoga class to get to! And a blazer to take to a Nettoyage À Sec (at the market yesterday, we couldn't resist the delicious fragrance assailing us from a stall selling large shrimp, shelled but heads still attached, sautéed in a wonderful mix of garlic and seasoning and served in paper cones -- removing the heads revealed how juicy these morsels were and, inevitably, a splash landed on my sleeve. Ugh! I can't afford to have any non-performers in my wardrobe right now, so crossing my fingers it cleans up well.
Now tell me: are you a big fan of Coats? Do you swear allegiance to one for a season or five? Or do you like to keep a few in rotation? Are you waiting to see if I crack, before it's time to go home, and buy myself a new beauty, despite having all those warm coats waiting for me in my new closet back in Vancouver? Anyone laying bets? (not going to happen, I'll tell you right now! ;-)