This trench coat has been through a lot with me. Whenever I put it on the memories come with it, and in the back of my mind I watch them play out. You’d never guess it for the work of a wonderful seamstress, but this thing used to be about five sizes too big. It drug upon the floor, and if you tried to get the sleeves to come above my hands I looked like an oversized gothic pug.

A part of me waits for winter to come just so I can wear it, so when the world outside came up crisp this evening I resolved to set out and get a picture of it before it was too late.

Of course I didn’t think to bring gloves along for the ride, so my hands quietly froze to death while the rest of me ignored them entirely.

Really love this shot.

And this one.

My first attempt at a walking shot ever, pretty proud of the fact that it only took thirty something shots for me to quit blinking. I took the success as an excuse to get out of the cold, and Tyler and I tucked ourselves into our favorite ice cream shop for some hot coco.

Much deliciousness was had, and the mug served the dual purpose of warming my hands as well.

ahh memories…

So there you have it. I may only have managed a grand total of two pictures with the trench coat actually on, but considering the usual success rate for the things I plan in my head, this one turned out on the great side of not terrifyingly horrid.

Now to brace myself for the summer.

Goodnight and good luck,

-Scarves