Ok, as promised, and since I usually don't photograph me in my coats with the exception of yesterday and the Sergio Valente I saved my mother from. On a side note, have I mentioned that the boy is a Star Trek nerd? Really, the Enterprise is hanging from the ceiling in the living room and there is a MAP of it in the kitchen. Anyway, whenever he asks if something I'm wearing is new and it's something I've had forever, he always makes odd sci-fi references about the various vectors, and defcons, and whatnot of my closet. So, here we go, level one, phase one of coats (several more to follow). Judge me not. I have a problem.
Both of these are new ones, thrifted for 8 big ones each.
This one was pricey, it was $25 at Goodwill, but come on... it's long! it's wool! it's plaid! it came with a matching scarf! it makes me feel like I could have dated Bob Dylan had I been this age, wearing this coat, when Blonde on Blonde came out... er, I'm getting carried away, but it is a happening coat.
Inherited from my awesome Tante Lisa (ok, ok, I was raised Norwegian to the max and call all my aunts on that side of the family the Norwegian word for aunt). So cliche, a sheepskin coat. But free! What is that floating orb on me in this and the last photo? who knows! Let's blame my cheap camera!
This crazy embroidered number I picked up at an outlet store when coat season was ending... it was half off the 90% off price. It's a $400 coat that I got for twenty bucks. Go me. Anyway, I will showcase more coats at a later date... again, no judging. I am embarrassed of all my obese closets (coat closet included).