So, it's winter, and I have one of these. Not a Sean John one, but you get the idea. I've had this thing forever, and love it. I feel like I have armor on when mischance forces me out into the elements.

Having had this coat for this six-seven winters, I've had it dry cleaned a bunch, but the last time didn't turn out so well. The care tag instructions came back missing, as you can see here. I didn't think anything of it at the time, but a few months later, when I finally started wearing the coat again, I realized something else--the furrish lining of the hood was all messed!

Ideally, these things are kinda peacocky, fine and fluffy, like some unattainable animalistic poof of hair.

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Kinda barbaric and dandified at the same time. Much to my horror, as I was riding the train on the first cold day and was admiring other people's wintery finery, I realized my hood was like all of the bombed out ones you see in thrift stores...

...bit more like this

...than this. The cleaners had gubbered up my lining, and it continued to get increasingly pilled-up and gross.

So I acquired a new strip of fur-like substance...

And set about threading on overtop of the shame of the other...

(Here's a comparison of the two, dreds and fine fluff.)

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(secret weapon)

And here is the result. Voilà. The end.