I bought this ugly yellow coat last year, because it was warm and on sale, and during last year’s brutal winter it was more important to be warm than to look good. Jude saw me in it at one point and said, “You have murdered Big Bird and taken his powers.” In the fake-fur hood, I can’t see a thing and I look like a stuffed animal.
Or a particularly successful Muppet-hunter.
The one cold day we had this week I hauled it out and left it hanging on the back of the dining room chair, and this morning I came into the room and found this:
It looks much more fetching on her.