It’s tempting to look to the skies, grey and bleak, and then back to one’s wardrobe (steadily becoming greyer and bleaker) and approach the task of getting dressed with a grim resignation. Gone are the glory days!
The joie de vivre of slipping on a summer dress, the frivolity of strapping your feet into a peep-toe sandal (not on the Tube though — have some respect). But dressing for winter doesn’t have to feel like a punishment. It takes a little inner resolve, yes — unfortunately not for purchase on the high street — but you know what is? A very, very good coat. One capable of injecting a little life and verve into your daily uniform.
