I spied a coat in a store that I thought would be divine. It was a peacoat with plaid markings. Not outlandishly loud plaid, mind you, but the right amount of plaid - unpretentious, non-catholic school plaid. The good kind
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I would be a coat whore were it not for the abundance of wool, the frustrations of trying on things and the perpetual feeling that a single article of clothing is not worth such a high price (even used coats cost more than they should).
I have more coats than I need but they all make me look frumpy. I miss my red corduroy jacket that more or less fit me. Did you steal it?
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I have more coats than I need but they all make me look frumpy. I miss my red corduroy jacket that more or less fit me. Did you steal it?
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