Trench coat

Yesterday, ML and I went shopping for a trench coat.  For Christmas, she had given me the gift of one to be chosen later.  We picked out a very nice micro-fiber coat in a neutral olive color.  The fabric is very fine and feels almost like suede.  I like it very much, although I don't know that I'll get to wear it all that often.

This coat completes my adult wardrobe.  Over the past few years I have acquired a midnight blue suit, black wingtips, and an overcoat.  These were all things I had in prep school and college, but I out-grew, wore out, or misplaced them back then.  In my twenties, thirties and forties, I rarely felt the need to own such a wardrobe.  It was even more rare that I felt I had the disposable cash to afford one.  And I never had both the need and the wherewithal at the same time.

Now, I have to be prepared to be dignified at the weddings of my daughter's generation and the funerals of my parent's generation.  Does that mean I have finally 'grown up'?