I’m too old to be trendy.
My thinning hair taught me that a long time ago. Nonetheless, I couldn’t help but notice
how cool all those small-baffle down jackets I’ve been seeing on my friends
look.
"No," I told myself, I can just layer up under my fleece.
"No again," I can just allow my blubber layer to grow thicker.
I stood strong for over a year, but then M picked one up and
I took the time to try one on. I
was hooked. They’re so… squishy…so…toasty. After all, I live in northern
Maine. If I’m going to overspend
on anything it should be either blaze orange suspenders or winter jackets.
Having chosen the latter, my search began.
As always, I was completely unwilling to pay anywhere near
full price. Likewise, I knew I
needed to be careful because even with the small baffling of today’s
uber-technical down jackets, they can easily make my 5’8” frame look like a
stack of tires or an overcooked artisan bread.
