Hallelujah! Today marks the official first morning that it has felt like fall. Despite the sunshine, the air was crisp and chilly and everything smelled like wet leaves. But more importantly, I got to pull on my just purchased pair of thick wool tights which I've been stubbornly holding out for. But alas, when it rains, it pours: after emerging from my Game Theory class later on, I was disappointed to find that Berkeley's fall season was approximately 1.4 hours long. It was freezing, rainy, and way too miserable for my un-coated self. I've been huddled up in the (heated) library all afternoon eying coats from NET-A-PORTER and Topshop, but out of all the trendy bracelet sleeved, cocoon shaped, pleated, poufed and pinned contraptions out there, all I really wanted was a cuddly furry thing that I could bury my face in. Take Ms. Katie Bee's example: rock a vintage leather shearling coat and smile away those chills, goddammit!