Long a bit of sequin bling, Soy, you’ll look fabulous.
I left the coat in the end - mainly as I dozed off in Starbucks and daughter dragged me off to the car - I think she had visions of having to heft me up in a fireman’s lift. But it’s sort of calling to me, was so lovely on. I may get it yet as a post-colonoscopy present. That would be a talking point, for sure. OTOH, I do not NEED it, and I think I’m going to have to go zero tolerance on polyester and acrylic. I’m trying to cut down, but keep making exceptions, which isn’t really good enough. I certainly try not to buy it in items that will be washed a lot, eg blouses and trousers, but a teddy coat is still going to end up in landfill eventually. It’s so ubiquitous though. Anyway, here is the coat I lust for in my drug induced stupor. I don’t usually suit camel, but this is somehow quite cool toned.