The original intro for this article was about a coat I bought a couple of years back. You see, I treated myself to a Seasalt coat that cost about five times what I’d wanted to spend. It’s wonderful in the winter – like wearing a yeti hug – and yet I rarely wear it. The problem with this glorious coat is that it’s not something to throw on if it’s 15 degrees out with a slightly ominous grey sky, as I’d melt, so I instead opt for a lightweight rain mac. For most months of the year this coat is thrown under my bed, a slumbering king waiting to be summoned. And yet, as we edge further into November, it’s still under there.
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