It could perhaps be argued that I do not, in fact, need more coats. I do already have a few: two capes, my sky blue polka dot overcoat, my 1940s princess coat, a navy polka dot trench, a short trench jacket, a couple of suit jackets, two fur coats, and my latest, this fabulous early 50s princess coat, a birthday present in December from my sweetie.
And yet I think I need more? Well, yes. Some might consider this hopelessly indulgent. But let me point out: I live in Britain, a country reknowned almost as much for its unreliable weather as fish & chips. And I don't cope well with cold. I wear a coat or jacket on maybe 300 out of 365 days.
I used to be content with a single winter overcoat and a lighter jacket for warmer weather. But how limiting is it to wear the same thing day in, day out? What's the point in making an effort to wear nice clothes, just to cover them up with the same old tired overcoat? So it makes sense to me to have a variety of coats, so I can match my coat to my outfit, and in this way the coat becomes a part of the outfit, working with it rather than hiding it.
And that's why I need a brown 1930s overcoat, a cream 1950s swing jacket (à la Rock and Chips), a plaid 49-er, a red coat, a leopard faux fur jacket...