Monday, August 12, 2013

Self Expression

He stole my fur coat.

Actually, it's not fur.

It appears to be made from a couple of bathroom throw rugs.  The garage sale hostess from whom I purchased this awesome garment ( $5) told me she bought it in Paris in 1970, and it was a big hit for the subsequent decade in San Fransisco, where she lived.  

I guess its next phase will be as a big hit in middle school.

I guess having a conformist child would be boring.  But I wish he would ask before borrowing my clothes

It is a good thing his feet are so big.  My shoes are safe.

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