A few months ago, after realizing I didn't have a cold-weather coat I could wear with dresses, I bought this incredibly luscious looking faux leopard fur coat. It looked awesome online, AND it was on sale. When it arrived in the mail at my office, I realized something: It is totally. Not. Me. At all. I opt for a more classic look during the fall, like my black velvet blazer and a cashmere scarf. Not a semi-garish knee-length number which, in the absence of pants screams "lady of the night." So it has been hanging on the back of my office door for nearly three months, and I was trying to figure out what to do with it- give it to a sassy homeless lady? Make stuffed animals? Or- how about this? Wear it. Tonight it was much colder when I left work to meet some lady friends than it had been in the morning, so I wore the totally not-me faux fur coat. I wore it around work, to meet my friends, to pretend to hail a cab, on the subway home, to stand in the shower, and to watch tv. It made me feel a bit conspicuous at first, and it definitely turned more heads than my black jacket (see how I say that like it's not a good thing? It's not), but it was super cozy and luxy and made me feel like a young Gloria Swanson. Who could say no to that?