@Auspice Gah. If I had one laying around, I'd send it your way. Sadly, both of the ones I had got destroyed over the years.
Gorgeous black crushed velvet -- hey, cut me some slack, it was 1991! -- one my mom made me as a HS graduation gift? Someone "borrowed it for the day" stole it. I caught them with it 5 years later! ...and they gave it back! ...pinned together with bleach spots and missing the antique clasp that had belonged to my grandmother gone and 'replaced with this newer thing I should be super grateful!' AUGH.
My father threw the 100% imported Italian wool one I spent hours sewing by hand into the dryer 'because wool smells like wet dog when it's damp'. It maybe would have fit a small dog by the time it came out... (OK, heartbreaking as it is, it was funny watching him be all 'look, I don't know why you're crying, it's FINE!' as he tried to snap-flip 'unfurl' it and it stopped at toddler size. He shook it over and over like he was expecting more cloak to fall out for a good minute with an increasingly confused look on his face. 25 years later this is at least a little funny!)
My cloak luck is Greek tragedy levels of bad, or I would offer to help somehow.