A few months back I acquired an amazing green wool cape from Fat Fancy in Portland.
It was one of those moments, haven't we all had them, when time stands still and that perfect garment just leaps off the rack into your trembling arms?
Ok, it wasn't really like that.
Actually, Fat Fancy was super crowded on that Saturday afternoon and there was a little toddler girl running around putting mashed-up-slobbery-cookie all over everything, my husband included, so it was kind of a "hurry up and shop to get out of this madness" type of sitch. But, the green cape found its way into my hands and I purchased it and now it is mine as surely as that soggy cookie was the toddler's.
It's such an amazing green, and I love the arm flaps!
Bob says "do something funny" and, umm, elevator hitchhiking was the first thing that came to mind? Weird, I know.
I'm a dork. In the best possible way. And the cape trend that I was so eager to partake in since I made my very first floor-length cloak while I was in college so I could go to the SCA meetings and feel like I fit in? This is just a natural continuation.