Let me explain the title. Last year at Kohls, I went coat shopping. Searched the racks until I came across a certain coat. It fit well, it was very warm and comfy and I had my choice of colors. Could have purchased a blue one, might have selected a green one, even had the option of choosing a tan one. But nooooooooo - my hand was drawn to the red one. I had second and third thoughts as I made my way to the counter with it. Too late - whipped out the charge card and this red beauty was mine!
The red coat has been on standby ever since the winter cold arrived. Instead I duck out the door in a homemade sweater coat, or a quilted lightweight jacket and head to work or the store. I tell myself that it isn't that far from the door to the car and I can stand the shivering and shaking until the car warms up to make the trip. Then it's just a little fast shuffle to the store, or work, or wherever.
But today it is blustery. The winds are whipping and I can hear garbage cans rolling down the road. Empty garbage cans, which is sad because the trash hasn't been collected yet. I'm not sure where the contents of the cans are at this moment. Not on my lawn, I hope. It's so cold out that the min pin pretty much did his business as he ran out, turned and ran back in again. My business, however, is to head to the post office with a box of gifts for my sister and her children. So I will don my warmest and most unflattering coat - makes me look like Santa (OK - I said it).
It reminds me of the episode years ago when a coworker offered me a lovely sweatsuit her daughter purchased. It was never worn and her daughter decided she didn't want it. It was purchased from Roamans and I had seen it in the catalog. It was very pretty. Not a sweatsuit meant for jogging or lifting weights. This one was ivory with gold embroidery trim, and perfect for a day at the mall or a trip about town. It looked beautiful in the catalog. I accepted it, took it home and couldn't wait to try it on. Once on, I couldn't wait to take it off! I looked like Elvis - the fat Elvis! Yikes! This was one outfit never meant to be made in anything over a size 4. No wonder Roaman's uses skinny models to show off their clothes. If they used plus size women to sell their plus size clothes, that outfit never would have left the warehouse - I'm sure of it. Anyway, the outfit was sent to a charity. I hope it's found a home somewhere. If Elvis is still around - tell him to search the thrift stores. If he finds it, he'll love it!
My goal today is to pack up the gift bags for my brothers and sisters. I'd better get started.