NYC's arctic freeze this winter has proved that my vanity does in fact have its limit (gasp!). Up until this year, I insisted on looking "cute" in my fur-lined wool coat, never mind the frostbite. Finally, single digit pre-windchill temperatures forced me to admit the impracticality of my stubborn superficiality. I hightailed it to a Brooklyn Industries boutique and begrudgingly walked out with a full length puffer jacket, certain I would be mistaken for the Michelin Man. All doubts were swept away with a swift of the biting winds- sealed into the jacket, I felt as if I was cocooned by a warm down comforter. Besides, this particular item was a steal, marked down from $200 to $69 (and tax free). The chevron stitching and an inner adjustable elastic waistband allowed me to reclaim some part of my petite form. So what if I looked like a toasted marshmallow in that golden brown concoction. You know what they say- when life hands you marshmallows, make s'mores.
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