Alright so I gotta tell ya how I finally nailed that perfect Mackage coat fit. Been eyeing one for months but sizing always trips me up. Decided to document my whole circus act step by step today.
The Chest Measurement Fiasco
First step was grabbing my sad old measuring tape. Pro tip? Wear whatever sweater you’ll layer under that coat. Totally forgot last winter and ended up looking like a stuffed sausage. Measured right under my armpits while breathing normal – turns out I’ve been sucking in my gut for no reason ’cause coats ain’t skinny jeans.
Found their size chart online but boy do Canadian brands play games. My 42-inch chest kept landing between Large and X-Large. Made the rookie mistake of thinking “eh I’ll just size down” – BIG MISTAKE. Tried my buddy’s Mackage last week in Large and couldn’t even cross my arms properly.
The Shoulder Standoff
This is where I nearly threw my laptop. Measured from shoulder bone to shoulder bone like their chart showed… but wait! Their size chart counts “shoulder width” as the actual garment measurement. D’oh! My reading comprehension failed me again.
- Grabbed my best-fitting jacket
- Layed it flat on the bed
- Measured seam-to-seam
- Added half an inch ’cause I hate tight sleeves
Suddenly the size chart actually made sense. X-Large shows 18.5 inches? Bam that’s my magic number. Who knew shoulders mattered so much in coats? Spoiler: everyone except past-me.
The Arm Length Comedy
Saved the funniest for last. Apparently measuring sleeves while holding the tape with your teeth is an Olympic sport. Wriggled like a fish for 15 minutes before my wife walked in laughing. Finally got it right by standing against a wall marking where my wrist bone hits then measuring down.
Shock of my life – Mackage sleeves run long on purpose! Their size chart says X-Large has 26.8 inch sleeves while my arm is only 25 inches. Almost panicked till I read the fine print: “designer length for glove coverage”. Tried the X-Large in store today and boom – sleeves hit perfectly at my thumb knuckle just like they promised.
Final verdict? Grabbing the X-Large. Chest matches the size chart exactly, shoulders don’t feel like a straitjacket, and the sleeves? Chef’s kiss. Moral of the story? Trust the dang three-step chart thingy even when math makes your brain hurt.
