Hanette, I have a question for you: do you really, really love that coat or have you fallen in love with the life it represents for you? ie. Do you love it because it is a dry cleaning nightmare and sticky fingers will ruin it?
I ask because dry cleaning nightmares can be just that.
A while ago I bought a lovely, delicate little velvet thing. I owned it for two days, and wore it, lovingly and with joy, around my bedroom.
And then I realised we had to part.
I laid it on the bed, and said to it: "I'm sorry. I can't give you the life you deserve. We must part. Don't worry, you're beautiful, and you will end up with the person who can show you the life you should have."
And then I took it back to and bought a v. sensible, very useful, black coat instead. Admittedly, a velvet, "occasion" coat. But "sensible", and "classic".
So. what do you need this coat to do? Can it realistically do those things? Can you afford a flighty little white coat?
If the answer to those questions still points you towards this coat, joyfully buy it. If not ... sigh about it, and then forget it.