It's a little odd. I have had this coat with several years...I think I got it way back in December 2005. That's a long time ago. I've always really liked it. It's pink - brown herringbone tweed with a soft, mousy fur trim. But, I was 15 when I got this coat, and I never felt quite at home in it; more so like I was dressing - up in my Mother's wears. It matched my Christmas clothes that year. I was channelling Russian princesses and Dr Zhivago in ashes - of - roses tulle and tweeds and a string of salmon pearls and camel wedge boots. I recently resurrected it. And somehow, I finally feel like I am wearing the coat and not the other way around as before. I feel rather very much at home in it now, and weirdly, considering my past relationship with it, as though it's very much me. It's the kind of coat that one had to grow into, I guess. Now, I call it my Maud Gonne coat. I am not even sure why, just that it reminds me of something from that era, and you know, I'm an old romantic like that.