winter's bone

Now I know that winter in Portland pales in comparison to the bitter cold of New York. The weather, albeit constantly rainy, is fairly mild, relatively speaking. But coming from a girl who spent the last four years at college in California, it's pretty damn cold here. The days can see a high of 45 with the sun out, while the nights hover on the cusp of 30 degrees. And it is not even winter yet...

Naturally, rather than sugarplums dancing, I have coats on the mind lately. Long and short, sleek silhouettes and fur trim collars, I find myself two months into my hunt for the perfect coat with only a slew of thin jackets to show for myself. I am kind-of over the whole double-breasted thing, and tend to stray away from enormously furry numbers, eliminating some options. But with such amazing patterns and shapes happening this season, I know that my coat is out there somewhere.

So for now, the hunt continues.

jak & jil