March 3, 2010
 
One of two beautiful coats found at a thrift store a few years ago. It’s not old, in fact I don’t think it’s ever been worn by anyone but me. 
The sleeves are strange, three quarter sleeves, something I might have admired and passed by but my daughter fell for it AND it was cheap AND I thought she’d wear it but she never did.
Still.
Hope sneaks in on me when I’m not looking.
 
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5 comments

  1. i'm thinking one would have to be quite tall to wear a coat like that – i'm partial to the color but am imagining at my advanced age myself – not sure how aged your daughter is that it would appear a dowdy get-up on my frame — I think it would look quite fetching on 'my' daughter though i don't think 'she'd go for the color — but i'm not banking on too much these days,,, i tell ya

    aside – not as an insult or any sort but your reflextion looks kindof like a man in that ducky shot

    tc,
    fp

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  2. “Hope is the thing with feathers
    That perches in the soul
    And sings a tune without words
    And never stops at all…”
    –Emily Dickinson

    XO allene

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