In Houston, anything below 60° is considered freezing. Moreover, it's a time for everyone to celebrate their great fall outwear purchases of past and present.
This mink was one I was able to take around for the day: an immense luxury that must be akin to renting a ferrari or getting a ride on someone's private jet. It's fluff certainly brought my body temperature up the necessary amount, but it's real advantage is the silky plushness that one losses all of themselves in. The quilted panels all around the body obscures any shape, leaving my torso a complete mystery; a blessing during certain seasons or a night after Tex-Mex.
Before having to turn it back in, I gave Sesame (so what, I named her. And a gender too I suppose) a big squeeze with all my might. I luckily and barely dodged insane thoughts and ideas about needing a vehicle vs. really really needing this.