Sunday, January 18, 2009

Red Jacket

Not only do I still own this awful piece of fabric, but I've worn it on several occasions. Out of the house. Where other people could see it. The last time I wore it was Valentine's Day several years ago, and a drunk guy at a bar asked if he could try it on. I let him, and he started singing "fat guy in a little coat" as his girth pushed the delicate stitching to its limit. Still, I wish he had actually ripped the thing.

And check out these buttons!

I will never wear this again, but I can't throw it away. I don't know why. Help me.

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