I've got such a soft spot for duster style cardigans and coats. And no, not because they remind me of Keanu Reeves in the Matrix but because they're just so comforting. They're big, flouncy and give off a feel of royalty as you traipse about and it billows and cascades like a scene from a Disney movie. They're total fame whores - show stoppers if you will, that stand out amongst it's cropped and regular waist length comrades. They do tend to be impractical at times but perfect for those rainy Sunday morns. Those morns were you curl up in your favourite nook with a warm cup of tea and a great book for company, all while looking out onto treetops of pines from some lush forest you happen to reside within. Though in my part of the world such a place is ever out of reach and my window bares scenes from my neighbours overgrown yard, still duster's like these can transport you anywhere.