I know that gorgeous North Face parka said they and Jules had history, but I think I may have it beat. Jules and I go waaaaaay back. We have been together since before kids, before marriage, before her my so-called grown-up life. We used to PARTY together. I was the coat that covered up her half-naked body when she went out dancing until the wee hours. It was me, her, one yard of fabric, and allllllll her bare skin. No, I am not as long as ol' North Face, and I am probably not as warm, and I don't have a hood, but I serve a different purpose. I am classy and good-looking and I can be dressed up or down. Jules didn't only wear me to go out, she also wore me to go to work, or to dinners, I was worn with jeans, slacks, skirts, dresses, and leggings. I was a staple in her closet. I have been with her for several moves, and every time, she takes me out of storage, looks at me as if to say, "Damn, you are good-looking," and hangs me up in the hall closet intending to wear me. But, she doesn't. :( I can't remember the last time she put me on. She finally realized she couldn't hold onto me any longer just because I reminded her of a really fun part of her life when although it wasn't easy, it was much more simple. She has photos of me somewhere. She made the big girl decision to pass me off to someone else who (hopefully) will bring me on just as many fun adventures as she did. I am so proud of her. 
 
I am a navy blue, knee-length warm coat: wool, bomber-style sleeves. My body is fully lined, and my sleeves are insulated. I am in good/very good condition. I am cool and ridiculously good-looking, just like Jules, and like YOU!