The first day I wore it to school, I was not excited. Besides the fact I was being overwhelmed by puffiness, there was a chance that the fashion choice would dim the coolness factor I currently held in the eyes of the middle school students I taught.
Recess came, and I was to be outside with the kids. I donned my new Eddie Bauer Puffy Coat and headed out.
Sweet Mary, the coat may have been ugly and gigantic, but that husband of mine sure knows how to pick out a functional coat! I was warm. For the first time since winter rolled into South/Central Indiana, I was not shivering to death. Not only did the coat keep my body warm, it melted the iciness I felt for Eddie Bauer Puffy Coat. I fell in love.
For two years, Eddie Bauer Puffy Coat kept me toasty warm out on that playground. It has fuzzy pockets to keep my hands warm. It has a zipper and snaps to provide a double barrier against wind. It's long enough to cover my rear and the tops of my legs. It has huge outer pockets to hold everything I could possibly need while working outside. I didn't even care what the middle school kids thought about it.
Then, in May of 1998, COW graduated and Phoenix was very close to being born. I left teaching, and we moved to a house near Indianapolis.
With no daily recess duty, and an attached garage on our house, I no longer needed Eddie Bauer Puffy Coat on a regular basis. I went back to wearing a more attractive but less functional coat, and Eddie Bauer Puffy Coat hung on a hanger. The only time it came out of storage was on days the kids wanted to play in the snow. Eddie Bauer Puffy Coat kept me warm for those hours, but was promptly returned to the closet.
Our relationship took a turn when we moved to the farm. Once again, I was having to work out in the cold days of winter. Each day, Eddie Bauer Puffy Coat waited for me to retrieve him out of the closet. I picture it waiting like a faithful dog, excited to go out, but patiently waiting for it's owner.
Through all of the runs to the chicken coop, the shoveling of the walkway and driveway, and the disposing of dead animals, Eddie Bauer Puffy Coat has kept me from freezing to death.
In the new mudroom, it now hangs on a hook of distinction. The closest hook to the door. The coat first grabbed when I need to brave the wind and ice and snow. It has aged well, looking exactly like it did all those years ago. It's a little less puffy, a bit more manageable, but still ugly and wonderfully functional.
Three nights ago, I wore Eddie Bauer Puffy Coat to take Buttercup to soccer. My plan was to stay in the car and wait through her 1 hour, 45 minute practice. The indoor facility isn't known for being very warm, and I don't get along with most of the parents from her team, so going in held no appeal for me. Wearing Eddie Bauer Puffy Coat meant I could turn the car off for longer periods of time, thus not wasting a ton of gas.
As we were trying to outrun the wind chill, speeding down the walkway to the car, my foot hit the on patch of ice on the path. I went down, hard, landing on my back and right elbow.
Buttercup got a bit scared and ran into the house, screaming for her dad to come quickly. I simply stayed on the ground taking inventory of my bones and muscles. By the time COW came running out in his slippers and sweats, I was already getting up. I was fine. Not one thing was broken or even hurt all that much.
I owe it all to Eddie Bauer Puffy Coat. All that gorgeous puffiness broke my fall and saved me from yet another trip to OrthoIndy. After 17 years, it's still proving its usefulness.
I love you, Eddie Bauer Puffy Coat.
And I love you, COW, for knowing I would.
|Before you in the Peanut Gallery get on my case, I tried to get a photo of myself IN the coat, but Turken was having trouble getting one that wasn't completely blurry, and my arms aren't long enough to do a full-body selfie.|
Do you have an article of clothing you love? That you've had for years and years?
Have a lovely day!