A few weeks ago I was bemoaning the lack of good plus-size trench coats when superfantastic reader Maria popped up with a few suggestions from London Fog.
The last time I thought about London Fog was two years ago when they hired curvaceous Christina Hendricks –a package deal including Christina Hendricks’ breasts and Christina Hendricks’ hips– and then through the magic of really really painfully bad Photoshop, removed about 50% of everything below her rib cage.
Seriously, check out this “Making Of” b-roll to see just what a hatchet job they did on America’s favorite redhead.
Turns out they have a decent selection of plus-size trench coats too, surprisingly, because if they hate curves so much as to remove them from Christina freaking Hendricks then surely they wouldn’t want their beautiful brand sullied by the filthy, fatty money of people whose pelvises are wide enough to birth something bigger than a gummy bear.
I’d forgotten that kerfuffle –I can only handle one trench-related dust up at a time and my memory is stuck at Burberry and Bogart’s kids suing each other over whether Burberry can use an image of Bogie in one of their trenches from Casablanca in a timeline– so when Maria linked to the Maura trench, a single-breasted trench coat made up to a 3X, my interest was piqued.
I liked the single breast, the feminine tailoring and the length, so after much deliberation I ordered the sand, which looked like a creamy vanilla on my screen but in reality is khaki, a light khaki to be sure, but very definitely khaki.
It’s generously cut –I probably could have ordered a size down and still had room for a sweater– and pleasingly well-made. The drape of the “faux silk” fabric is nice enough, though calling something with neither the feel or drape of silk “faux silk” is like calling a donkey a “faux unicorn.”
It will have to make a trip to the tailor’s to get the armholes taken in a bit –seriously, what is with the armhole thing? My upper arms are like Sunday hams and 90% of armholes are still cut so voluminously that I could smuggle an actual ham in there with room to spare– but over all I’m pleased with my new acquisition.
Plumcake rating: B+