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.
Planting Along The Verge 
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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“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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yes Frenchy it is most definitely a dowdy looking thing and i do look like an old man in it as well as in that reflection you mentioned.
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That is one terrific photo. It makes me sad but good sad art sad not sad sad.
Rebecca
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Thanks Rebecca.
It is a sad little thing isn't it?
xo
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