Winter dressing is hard.
It’s hard to feel enthusiastic when all you want is to pile another blanket on top of yourself and retreat further into your character study of an aging king in the midst of the harshest winter the kingdom has seen in generations, etc.
It’s hard to feel cute when you’re wearing at least three layers and you’re simultaneously cold and sweating a little bit.
It’s hard to look ~winter aesthetic~, like the tumblr version, when there are snow drifts up to your thighs and winds gusting to 60 km/h.
I’ve spent every winter of my life in Canada, and one thing that has remained the same, save for the snow and cold, is the combined mood of every bus stop in every city, the looks on everyone’s faces saying: as soon as I can afford it, I’m moving to California.
And when the weather gets bad, generally, we have one coat. We have that one parka that could survive Hoth, the one that turns us from a fully-formed humanoid into a shapeless amoeba just floating through time and space. I have one of these coats, and as much as I like to try and be ~winter aesthetic~, I whip that thing out all the time.
That being said, I have amassed a small collection of coats and jackets because I do, in fact, like winter dressing when it’s not extreme winter dressing. Think the kids from the show SKAM: lots of grey, burgundy and olive with scarves expertly layered.
I have a couple of “spring and fall” jackets that see the outside world only a couple of times a year, only when the weather is exactly right for that week-and-a-half in April or October. But I also have a few non-parka winter jackets that are surprisingly warm and wearable in Toronto right now. (I feel like as I write this we’re on the verge of a snow storm, so I may eat these words.)
Once again, shout out to my beautiful friend Emily for taking these pictures! Check out her Instagram and show her a bit of love!
Half inspired by Twin Peaks, half envious of every woman I know who has a long peacoat, I found this particular coat at ASOS and didn’t stop thinking about it for three days before I decided to get it.
It’s not black, which went against peacoat tradition for me, and it has gorgeous wide lapels and a loose fit. It’s the 80s power woman coat of my dreams, basically.
I have wanted a faux fur coat for years, but it was one of those things that was a pipe dream. I would probably never wear it, and it would be so expensive for nothing. I mean, who the hell did I think I was, Katherine Hepburn?
When this navy faux fur jacket went majorly on sale at Anthropologie, I lost my damn mind. It’s so luxurious on that it feels a little indulgent, like wearing the equivalent of buying yourself a slice of cake just because.
I will also say this: this jacket is hella warm, to the point where I was genuinely surprised by how much so. I won’t put it to the test or anything, this is definitely more of a going-out piece, but it did stand up to an extremely windy and cold day. Who says you can’t look glam and warm at the same time?
A biker-style lined coat was something else I’d had my eye on for a while. Naturally, I was looking for one that wasn’t real shearling because firstly, I wouldn’t buy real shearling and secondly, I would so not be able to afford that.
I came across this guy in the sale at ZARA and was intrigued at first but hesitant about the colour. Once I tried it on crammed behind a rail in front of one of the store mirrors, I loved it. It feels like a bear hug when you wear it. So warm and cozy. Initially I wanted it in black, but the more I looked at the white, the more I liked it. It stands out, and it’s different than anything I’ve ever had before. All I have to do is try my hardest not to spill coffee on it and we’re good.