When I was home for Christmas, I mentioned to my mom that I was probably going to be staffed on a project in Kansas City or Chicago. As previously expressed, both of these locations experience an ungodly freezing cold winter, which my Southern wardrobe simply isn't equipped to deal with. I make do in DC, where we only have a few seriously cold days a year. But in those cities? My coat wasn't going to cut it.
So she mentioned that she had an old coat that she'd gotten at a consignment shop that was 100% wool. In case you doubt:
I was amazed - who knew that my mother had such a diva-tastic coat stashed away! I'm not sure which consignment shop she went to, but it must have been local, because this is definitely from Knoxville:
I didn't know that department stores used to do this- putting the location in? That's so delightful... it says that Knoxville is the "Home of the South's Great Stores." Hmm- is this like the "World Famous Airport Motor Mile"? Because I've asked non-Knoxvillians about it, and they seem to be unaware of this world wide phenomenon. And I've never heard of a Miller's in Knoxville, so not sure how great it really was. Long time Knoxville residents- please fill us in on this great store of the South!
Anyways, after letting me try it on, we both agreed it suited me. She graciously agreed to let me take it and thank the Lord she did. First, it's the only coat I have that can combat the Windy City's eponymous weather. Second, it has such a distinctive look that the hotel staff and my airline gate hostesses now recognize me at a distance and do whatever task I need without me asking.
And third, I feel so glamorous in it! It's got a full "skirt" around the bottom, presumably to accommodate the poodle skirts and crinolines of yesteryear, and it floats around me when I'm walking around. The collar has real fur (PETA people - this animal has been dead for 60 years and the jacket's already blood red - cut me some slack and don't throw paint when you see me coming) and it clasps with a beautiful button:
I mean, I'll admit, sometimes I feel like a Russian soldier... but most, I feel pretty. Oh so pretty.
Needless to say, my winter will be significantly warmer and more fabulous thanks to my mom's generosity.