For my last birthday, my rockin’ sis got me a great vintage coat. It is pink and red tweed with a very plushy fur collar. I hadn’t worn it until Valentine’s Day as a part of my red-n-black-rockstar ensemble (which is currently on top of my Flickr pics down right). I decided it is so lovely, it shouldn’t just sit in the closet until special occasions. Thus, I have been wearing it every day to work, occasionally with the red wool cloche I picked up in Philly.
The second day I wore it, a coworker remarked I looked very “depression era.” He liked it, and I thanked him. I realized later I should have replied, “Darn. I was going for eccentric elderly woman.”
I realized that I think that defines my look. Eccentric elderly woman. Maybe with a dash of rock star.