I went to Winners yesterday to find myself a new ski jacket.

 
I calculated that I have been wearing the same ski jacket for almost a decade and what if this is the year I decide I want to ski?

 
My last jacket has become like an old, comfortable shoe and resembles one in every way. There was a hole in the right pocket that lead to some secret cavern around the back of the coat that through strained threads I would sometimes find my car keys jingling around my tailbone.

 
The fur hood was removed the day I got it and I don’t think it made the move.
The day I bought it the colour was a shiny, crisp, black. It’s now more on the grey side with hints of wasabi and soy sauce.

 
Sure I’ve had other coats over the years but nothing specific to skiing.

 
There’s my favourite white coat. The one Greg said, “Are you serious? You in a white coat? You’ll have soy sauce and wasabi all over that thing within 24 hours!” Yep, but I still love it and the green and brown really pop against the white.

 
I had decided I was going to try my luck at finding a ski jacket at Winners which breaks every rule I have about shopping at Winners.

 
If you are looking for a bra, never, ever set out to buy one at Winners.

 
If you are looking for a bra, you will leave with a great scarf and you have to be okay with that.

 
If you are looking for boots, prepare to leave with a mirror and two picture frames. Score.

 
But don’t go in looking for a ski jacket expecting to leave with a ski jacket. Rookie mistake.

 
I approached the ski jacket aisle, well, the second or perhaps the third ski-jacket aisle as they seemed to be in one of their scavenger hunt type of display days. Not to worry, I had time.

 
I promised myself I was not going to care what the jacket looked like and based on feel alone, I would know which coat I wanted.

 
I closed my eyes (as you do) and felt my way through a sea of coats until I found a thick one with just the right amount of down and the perfect blend of waterproofing exterior.

 
I peeked with one eye hoping it wasn’t covered in Hello Kitty’s or Racial slurs and was pleasantly surprised that it was just, plain black. Sold!

 
When I got home, I googled the brand I had just purchased because I’m too old to know if anything that I’m buying is cool or rad or outta sight anymore.

 
I don’t want this to take anything away from this awesome, new jacket but I’m pretty sure the manufacturers of this coat are also responsible for dressing Monster High Dolls and semi-professional skate boarders.