Kiss the winter blues goodbye with a brand new winter jacket! It is essential to stay bundled up in the frosty air, making winter jackets the biggest fashion statements of the season. Pick out a coat that's not only warm but also stylish.
Depending on the climate, the function of a cold weather coat will vary. A thick wool coat may do the trick. Women can choose from a variety of colors and cuts—plus play around with hardware like belts. The clean, stylish angles of military cut wool coats, from DKNY or Dollhouse, offer classic style with an edge. Pleated A-line winter jackets are another feminine and flattering option—a bit dressier than the quintessential pea coat and perfect for a night at the symphony or with a knockout New Year’s dress.
For men, the classic pea coat is a timeless winter wear option. Casual enough for the weekend and refined enough for the workweek, a sleek black, navy or grey pea coat is a must-have for a cohesive winter wardrobe. A long wool overcoat is likewise a staple for the businessman, and will stay in vogue for a lifetime.
When the temperature drops to an arctic chill, a full length puffy down jacket is in order. Breeze through frozen streets in your own personal warm winter wonderland. Pull down a snug, fur lined hood and stay cozy until spring. Find winter jackets to keep the whole family looking sharp and feeling toasty,
The coat was delivered to my father in 1999. Tailor was one of the parties interested in buying the house. He had kept the coat with him, safe and packed in the shop, hanging in an glass windowed wooden almirah, for all those years and then when he managed to trace down my family in Jammu, through brokers, he sent over the coat, through an old neighbour. No way my father was going to fit into that any more, he handed it over to me and I saw to it that I fit into it. I wore it for two years, each day to school, sometime to weddings, till I passed my 12th. I came to like it. Just a bit tight under the arms and an inch or two short at sleeves. I still can't get myself to drop it into those 'Winter. Give you old clothes. To poor.' tin bins that sit cheerfully in a corner next to the glass door of a cafeteria in some corporate office. I can't even though I remember one winter standing in a long and brustling queue, holding on tight to my grandfather's hand as I didn't want to be the boy who gets lost in Kubh Ka Mela. We were waiting for our turn to collect a Kambal from a temporary relief center set up near a school. People had been generous withKambaldaan that year. But I could never convince myself, that we actually needed that Kambal that year. Few could but the queue that day seemed unending. It seemed the entire humanity was there for the hand-out. For a piece of cloth.
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