"If you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life it stays with you, for Paris is a moveable feast." -Ernest Hemingway
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Ode to my favorite jacket
Oh dear semi-faux trench from H&M that was priced just high enough for me to deem valuable without making me consider selling my eggs on the black market: I love that you are the perfect weight to wear on those in-between days, when I am in between a coat or nothing; I love that you accentuate my waist perfectly while not being excessively tight around my bust; I love your machine washability and your magical propensity for only getting stains on the inside where no one can see them; I love that your neutral khaki hue literally goes with everything in my admittedly-small wardrobe. However, all that paneling and those seemingly-randomly-placed buttons which serve to make you oh-so-chic and sophisticated also make you a bitch to iron, and it is for this reason that I fear our relationship will forever be resigned to one of the love-hate variety.
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The search for the perfect little jacket is one of life's sweetest pursuits. You're in a good place to find one you love-love. Speaking of love, thanks for the blog comment! I hope you're enjoying printemps runs en Paris.
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