I remember from my childhood my mom having a camel colored wool coat. It was long, to her knees, but not a trench coat. A swing coat maybe with a lapel collar and maybe four big buttons down the front.
At least, that's how I remember it.
I remember it because she only wore it on special occasions. It was her fancy coat. I only recall seeing it a few times, on Christmas Sundays I think. but I do remember thinking it was fancy and lovely when I did see it. I always though she looked so classy when she wore it and I wished she wore it more often.
She doesn't have that coat anymore, hasn't for a long time. I don't quite remember when she got rid of it, but it was years ago. For the longest time I've thought about that coat and wanted something just like it.
A few years ago I found a bloack wool swing coast with big brown buttons and a super cute collar. I had to have it then and there and it became mine. It continues to be one of my better purchases over the years.
And tru to my life philosophy, I don't save it for special occasions. I war it frequesntly, with jeans, skirts, heels and sneakers. I love it. Though it is about half a size too small and the sleeves are a smidge short, it's nothing a pair of gloves can't fix.
The coat I have is black, and while it's wonderfully versatile, I still won't have a complete wardrobe until I get my hands of a camel colored coat.
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Marjorie Clark 