Yes, it's over. The quest for this year's perfect coat has come to an end. But wait, you say, that's not a coat.
I went to Cos the other day, after a forehead-slapping moment when I realized I'd overlooked it as the most likely coat provider. Just look at these perfect specimens from their website:
I had especially high hopes for the one on the left. Alas. Sold out. No coats. Like, almost literally, no coats. But then there I was, in Cos, with all kinds of coat money burning a hole in my pocket. So I did what any rational sentient being would do. I bought all kindsa other stuff.
The slim shirt is mostly cotton with a little elastane for stretch, but it feels surprisingly slick and fresh against your skin and won't stick to any layers under or over it. I may have to stock up. The knit tunic is a substantial angora lambswool mix with an oversized zipper detail running down the back. Bonus: I discovered that you can wear it unzipped and backwards and as a long cozy cardigan.
I got the wool pants in peacoat navy. They are super thick and solid without being bulky or itchy in the least, which seems an act of witchcraft if you ask me. Bring on your winter, Wisconsin, I am ready! I may have to get another pair of these as well, since they seem to be actually truly completely perfect. A rare thing in a pair of pants. The mock turtleneck is super fine merino wool, just barely not sheer, and with a delicate little hidden zipper in the back. (See yesterday's post for all the beautiful details). I can now throw away all my holey pilled ill-fitting black turtlenecks; I have The One.
Walked out feeling pretty pleased with myself, and hey, my old coat's not so bad after all...