I love coats

I do, I love them.  I love the way they look, how you can hide in them, the warmth, everything.  I got a coat this weekend when I visited my mom in San Francisco.  It's about knee legnth and is a black, fuzzy material.  The only problem is that it's too tight in the sleeves when I wear a long sleeve shirt underneath it.  I do have disproportionately big arms, though, so it isn't the coat's fault.

Every time I go to my friendly, neighbourhood thrift shop (where the old women who work there follow me around to make sure I don't steal any of their quality merchandise) I always look at the coats.  Sadly, it's hardly ever cold enough here for them.  You'd think that would stop me from buying them, wouldn't you?  Nope.  I have about 5 real coats and a bunch of sweatshirts.  It's good to buy them at the thrift shop, because they're only 5 bucks and if you ruin them, you don't care.  Also, I don't feel guilty even if I don't wear them.

I've found that, in order to get good coats, you must buy them in a city where it's cold.  Here in Southern California, good coats are scarce.  Even in department stores, they're hard to find.

So I'm collecting up all of these coats.  I better move somewhere where it's cold, otherwise I'm going to start wearing them year-round.  Even in the summer, I'll melt into a puddle because I won't take off my damn coat.  But if I don't wear them I'll feel wasteful and guilty.  So, if you're in S. CA and you see a girl with a coat on in july, with sweat pouring down the sides of my face, it'll be me.




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