About four years ago, I got tapped in the Houston airport for one of those icky pat-down searches and managed to forget my coat in the rush to get on the plane before they closed the doors. Even though I left it in the pat-down area, it was lost forever.
So I got a new coat.
And dropped it today while running through the airport to get to my gate.
The Engineer and I ran back and forth over the path I'd taken, but did not find the missing coat. I tracked down the phone number for the airport lost and found and called repeatedly until boarding, but only got a machine telling me to call again later.
Dang! It was 20 degrees when I got back to Salt Lake City. Not fun for finding the car in the parking lot while toting two suitcases. Guess I'll have to get another coat. I really regret losing the leather gloves and cashmere scarf I had tucked in the pockets. The scarf was the Engineer's first Christmas present to me.
Under the circumstances (or any circumstances) I'm glad I don't have my sister-in-law's taste in coats. This is a picture of her and her sister clad in their long mink coats on Christmas day.
It boggles my mind that anyone would spend $6,000 on a coat made of dead weasels.
4 comments:
lol, hope will not happen 2u the same with love :-p
hate to tell you how much I would love love love to have a coat like that...but mine would have to be dyed purple or something......*grin*
merry happy!
Thank you Andrei.
Nameless --
Perhaps you could find a coat made of punk weasels... Purple fur and built-in attitude. Just the thing for Michigan winters.
Stay warm and have a great New Year.
If I wore a real fur coat, I'd idly pet myself all the time and get a lot of strange looks. Mmm, mink. Almost as soft as my cat.
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