With zero ounces of shame, I am a 100 percent certified, fresh-from-California weather wimp. My hands get cold if the temps drop below 75. I was always the one begging my Very Asian Father, for whom it is life’s chief pleasure to keep the thermostat not low, but OFF, in the winter, to turn it on. So…no one was more surprised than me when I ended up in Boston as a university student. My campus was rife with wealthy international students who were all bundled in Bean boots and Canada Goose Parkas, the latter of which I made fun of incessantly. We’re not arctic explorers! Double-A Certified Wimps! I harrumphed to myself while wearing seven billion layers under my department-store quilted jacket, which always seemed to catch the wind at the wrong time.
Well folks, I finally must admit…after hearing New Yorkers groan about how horrible winter was supposed to be this year (and seeing fellow PureWow editors rave about the Byward Parka and Garnet Jacket), I cracked. My sunburned little California heart cracked, and I did the thing I swore I’d never do. I bought a Canada Goose Mystique Parka ($1,475), and lived to tell the tale. Here’s my review.







