The good thing about winter fashion is that everyone looks equally dorky. Once in awhile there's an elegant figure who looks like a Russian princess. I saw someone like that this morning. She wore cream-colored wool pants, a beige peacoat, a pink scarf, and a big furry hat. It helped that she was statuesque.
Whereas I look like those little old ladies on the train from Tangier to Casablanca smuggling bolts of cloth under their djellabas. Gah.