The first person who can explain to me the merits of getting married without a fur coat wins a pony.
Ok, ok, not a pony; I'm actually fresh out. But you get my point: look at these. Pure purring luxury of the finest order, there's no other physical object quite so ludicrously feminine as a fluffy fur coat. Sure, they're a bit grandiose; sure, they're a bit too warm for certain times of the year, but frankly I think there's no day too hot to forgo a little stole or wrap. It's a wedding. Put some show in it.