After five years of dealing with the “brutal” winter weather of New York City in merely a “bad” winter weather coat, I caved and bought one of those puffy down jackets that look like sleeping bags from L.L. Bean.
It is heaven.
The whole coat – bought perhaps one size too large, and in a regular length when a petite would have done well on my 5’4 frame – functions as a sort of foot-powered transportation pod rather than outerwear. When I put it on and zip up, I’m enveloped in a warm chamber that allows me to move around the City freely without shivering, something I’ve never been able to do in the cold.
The main reason for my resistance in buying one was the look of the thing. It’s not cute, and I briefly considered ordering a purple or blue one to give at least a little charm to it, but it’s not meant to be attractive. It’s meant to function. (Incidentally, I’m able to be a little more free with the outfits I choose to put under it, as it almost doesn’t matter what else I wear). Because it’s so long on me, the effect when I walk is that of a curly haired penguin in Chucks. It comes with an ugly fake fur fringe on the hood that thankfully zips off.
I highly recommend one.