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So, I am absolutely going to get yelled at. Probably a lot.
I try not to spend on the plastic, but I sorta had to. And by "had to" I don't actually mean that there was a gun to my head, but the long and short of it is, I ordered the most fabulous coat in the history of ever.
You can see it here.
I haven't actually had a fall/winter coat for the past two years, since one of the cats mangled the last one. This generally means piling on a dozen sweaters when and if I go out during those seasons, which generally turns me into a giant pile of frump. Being already a good ways there, I'm not so fond of that.
So: coat. I've actually been looking for one for quite some time. Seeing that while randomly web surfing, I sighed. I said, "Yeah, but it's not like they make it in my si--oh, fuck. They do. And there's one left in my size. One. Just one. Just... fuck it."
I just got the email telling me it shipped. I am made of squeaky joy, even if I won't need it for months, and it's hot as it's ever been out there.
I needed a coat. I found the perfect coat for my needs -- perfect, hands down. My color, it's artsy without being too fancy for day to day wear, and it's stretchy so it'll contend with the twin towers of doom. It's also just a downright brilliant design -- not something I say lightly about anything. It wasn't exactly cheap, considering the conversion rates and shipping from the UK, but after looking for something I can even vaguely tolerate for two years and coming up empty, something I downright adore is worth it. (The previous suede one was $49 at a discount store, for reference... this was over 3x that in the end.) And I never find anything I like in my size. Never.
I am really going to get yelled at, but I'm embracing my inner 'fuck it'. Just this once, anyway.
I try not to spend on the plastic, but I sorta had to. And by "had to" I don't actually mean that there was a gun to my head, but the long and short of it is, I ordered the most fabulous coat in the history of ever.
You can see it here.
I haven't actually had a fall/winter coat for the past two years, since one of the cats mangled the last one. This generally means piling on a dozen sweaters when and if I go out during those seasons, which generally turns me into a giant pile of frump. Being already a good ways there, I'm not so fond of that.
So: coat. I've actually been looking for one for quite some time. Seeing that while randomly web surfing, I sighed. I said, "Yeah, but it's not like they make it in my si--oh, fuck. They do. And there's one left in my size. One. Just one. Just... fuck it."
I just got the email telling me it shipped. I am made of squeaky joy, even if I won't need it for months, and it's hot as it's ever been out there.
I needed a coat. I found the perfect coat for my needs -- perfect, hands down. My color, it's artsy without being too fancy for day to day wear, and it's stretchy so it'll contend with the twin towers of doom. It's also just a downright brilliant design -- not something I say lightly about anything. It wasn't exactly cheap, considering the conversion rates and shipping from the UK, but after looking for something I can even vaguely tolerate for two years and coming up empty, something I downright adore is worth it. (The previous suede one was $49 at a discount store, for reference... this was over 3x that in the end.) And I never find anything I like in my size. Never.
I am really going to get yelled at, but I'm embracing my inner 'fuck it'. Just this once, anyway.