Sunday 16 February 2014

54. Pink Fluffy Angora Dreams

15th February, House of Vintage, Brick Lane, London

Several rom coms have taught me that when you see The One, you just know.

It was just like that. Except without a Hugh Grant close up.

The rom coms have also taught me that The One will be in the place you least expect it.

It was just like that. Except it wasn't climbing up my balcony to the sound of opera music.


As made perfectly clear previously - I don't like vintage clothing. At all.
Never the less, at yet another vintage shop searching for a 1940's dress for the Floridian - there it was. And it was everything I could ever have dreamed of. Every pink angora inch of it.

For years I have been determined to find the perfect coat. And I don't mean Burberry trench coat classic perfection - I mean perfect for me and my personality. Something I'll love for years, classic enough for me not to get bored with it - yet unique enough to reflect my somewhat special personalitybeing.

I think I may have scared the shop assistant with my excitement over this coat. Leaping across the store and hugging one of the mannequins is apparently not what most people would call normal behaviour. Then again, this is a coat from the 60's. People did LSD in the 60's. It will be used to odd behaviour.

My long hunt for The One seem to finally be over.

Pink perfection!


Me and The One out and about in Chelsea.

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