Every year I forget how much I enjoy fall until it comes around. There’s just a *feeling* to fall; that crisp, cool air that makes you want to wear something cozy and snuggle up with some tea.

Yes sir, fall is cape weather.

I am not exactly sure why capes fell out of fashion. How did having a blanket with you at all times that you don’t have to hold fall out of fashion? Quite frankly, it DIDN’T fall out of fashion, you bunch of liars:

And yet people would look at me funny if I started walking around in a cape.

A cape is the perfect article of clothing. Feeling chilly? You’re literally wearing a snuggly blanket. Too warm? Throw it off your shoulders and let it trail behind you, imperiously. Forgot your rain coat? No problem, put up the hood. Need to save the world and/or look awesomely bad-ass? All you need is a fan to stand in front of. Dramatic flourishes while exiting a room, hide your tender vampire skin from the sun, store your precious spell components, reap the souls of the damned, disappear into the shadows like a ninja…the cape does it all. What’s not to love?

In fact, I would argue a cape

“is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value. You can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble-sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapors; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a miniraft down the slow heavy River Moth; wet it for use in hand-to-hand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (such a mind-boggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.”

When I was in college, I lived in a townhouse. A guy in one of the other townhouses wore an honest to god cape. Jet black, shoulder to floor, hood and everything. More than once I had quite a scare when looking blurry-eyed out the patio door over a bowl of cereal to see death stalking through the back yard the guy walking to an early class. After I ascertained he was not carrying a scythe, I kind of admired his pluck. People were going to mock him, but he didn’t care! The comfort and utility of never being without a blanket outweighed their scorn!

Go ahead and laugh all you want. I’ll be the one snuggling up in my nice, warm, always-at-the-ready blanket.