This Black Friday-Saturday-Sunday, I decided that it was time I purchase a new winter coat. It’s getting chilly and frankly, I’ve had the same one for about five years, so I figured that it was time for a change. This was no easy feat. I am probably the pickiest shopper I know and the more “practical” the item, the more challenging it is to render it fashionable, wouldn’t you agree? It’s bulky in all the wrong places and it’s one of those purchases I personally dread making, but alas, it has to be done.
By the end of a long and exhausting shopping excursion, it finally came down to two models: A long plum-colored London Fog with black faux-fur trimming on the hood vs. a navy blue belted Vince Camuto with a rabbit-fur collar. I was torn. Though both contained down and duck feathers, I couldn’t quite wrap my finger around the rabbit lying on my neck. It just didn’t feel right. The Vince Camuto was absolutely beautiful, making it quite difficult to part ways, but I eventually chose the London Fog. I opted for something a bit bulkier with less of a feminine form because I couldn’t bring myself to wear a rabbit around my neck. Now, normally, I’d feel very noble in this decision, but the reality is, I am wearing duck feathers either way. Do I prefer rabbits to ducks? Maybe. Ducks are very peaceful but rabbits are just too darn cute for words. Why was I struggling? Was I being irrational? As a fashionista, this was a tough decision and it felt like a sacrifice. If you were in this situation, what would you do?