I am not perpetually pregnant any more (hence no need for the purple swing coat that's not really heavy enough for winter anyway):
I am not Norma Desmond (yes, that's a fake fur coat. It was my great aunt's & it's beginning to fall apart...and don't even get me started on the static issues):
I am not 75 years old (again, a coat formerly belonging to my great aunt):
I do not really farm for a living (this was Husband's coat when he was in high school):
I do not ride a Harley Davidson (as much as I'd like to. This coat hearkens back to a completely different & not exactly bright & shining time in my life):
That's why I need this:
Don't you agree?
Pictures courtesy of BabyGirl.