I cannot believe I forgot this one, especially now that it’s winter and cold outside.
In November of 2002, I found out that a local synagogue was selling used clothing, with the proceeds going to charity, and I decided to go and check it out, especially since the flyer said that they had winter coats. My old winter coat was OK. It was a black down peacoat, and it kept me warm, but it wasn’t in great condition, and it didn’t hold up well in heavy rain, so I was interested in looking for a new one.
Well, I went to the sale, and I saw this peacoat of bright color blocks with black borders. The coat is wool, fully lined, and in great condition. It was a smidge big, but it was comfy, and I figured that I’d be wearing it over layers and heavier things anyway. It cost $15. Yes, really. I paid for it and ran.
It’s now the sixth winter that I’m wearing this coat, and it still keeps me warm and looks great. Once, the pocket ripped, but it was easily repaired at the dry cleaner. I love the way the colors brighten up my winter doldrums.
The funny thing is that my mom keeps calling that coat a “shmatta” (rag) and trying to convince me to get a good down coat to replace it. She insists that down is warmer and that my coat isn’t keeping me warm. Well, the fact that it actually is keeping me warm doesn’t seem to factor in there. As I heard it, down is warmer, but my coat is wonderful, so I don’t need a new one.