My first role model
Anyway, the coat is from a British shop called Cabbages and Roses, and they don't ship to the USA. So no coat for me, but I will definitely visit on my first-ever trip to London... whenever that is.
Take a look around their site; they have "homeware" in the Shabby Chic vein, too, which has less appeal for me because I can get all the faded, flowered bedding I could ever want from my 97-year-old dad's house. But many of their clothing designs have interesting cuts and vaguely Edwardian styling, suggesting Laura Ashley collaborating with Alexander McQueen.
You seldom see anything like it around here unless you venture into AllSaints Spitalfields, which seems to specialize in clothing for very tall, thin, rich art students and musicians who are over being Goth but not entirely. But it seems that the clothes from Cabbages and Roses are not so over-the-top as to be costumey, which is a deal-breaker for Proper Bostonians. We know there's a fine line between what's considered drop-dead-fabulous vintage and what's considered ridiculous. As I see it, we Bostonians can successfully wear vintage or pseudo-vintage (which is often more desirable, being less moth-eaten and smelly) if one —usually just one — item we're wearing looks like we rescued it from our grandmother's garret. But it should never look like it disappeared from the A.R.T's costume room after they finished a Chekhov production.
Nothing beats a spectacular coat or some extravagant-looking cold-weather accessories (and, geez, I have a black Mongolian lamb scarf I never wear) to make winter more fun for you — and for all of us who get to look at you.