I can't correct Camilla from into the fold on why winter coats are the best. So i won't.
(And i'm just in love with this coat i got from grandma.)
"Dear winter coat,
First and foremost you keep me warm (unless you're that dodgy one I ordered off a wholesale store from China; you don't keep me warm at all, but you're pretty, so I'll make my excuses and potentially get hypothermia). But you're so much more than that, so much more than a wind defender and cold defeater, you become a third limb when October sets in. You become the headless, bodiless, legless best friend that's always there for me. You're hot, cosy, fluffy and comforting; some might say you'd be the ideal boyfriend, but not me, because you're even more than a mere partner. You're a partner in crime when I wander the streets at 2AM in just a dress and heels, you're the partner in womanhood when, in winter, it's that time of month and it takes all my inner juju to summon myself into humanity. You're the only thing I let hug me, the only thing I let that close to me at all, in fact. I trust you to keep my body temperature at a decent level so that my immune system is able to fully function, because you know that I don't look good when I have a cold. You understand that sometimes I don't want to use your arm holes, because deep down we both just want to feel like superwoman. You're the layer of fur that evolution took away from me.
I guess, you just understand what I need when It's 10 degrees outside, and if that isn't the basis of a solid relationship, then I don't know what is."