Nearly five years ago I found the holy grail of coats while thrifting. I couldn't believe my luck. It was in pristine condition, slim cut, an ideal length, a cashmere blend and CAMEL.
I couldn't believe someone had let go of such a classic wardrobe staple.
And I REALLY couldn't believe the price: $40.
I was smitten.
That was right around the same time that I befriended a guy at work who was pretty and funny and a rocket scientist. When I met his girlfriend who was even prettier, funnier and smarter, I went completely gaga. Forget the holy grail of camel coats, I'd found the holy grail of couples ;)
Fast forward to October 2010 and I had the honor of watching two of the loveliest people I know become Mr. and Mrs. Golden. The wedding was exquisite, on a gorgeous day, against the stunning backdrop of California wine country. Perfection.
The reception was outside and went late into the drunken evening. And as a lady of a certain age, I had some trouble, um, regulating my body temperature.
Enter my camel coat to the rescue.
I'd basically whip the coat off for pictures or dance parties and then snuggle back into it whenever I could.
I convinced myself I didn't look like a fuddy duddy geriatric
because camel coats are one of the hottest fall 2010 trends.
So there hot young chicks who never had to put on a coat.
The only snug as a bug in a rug option that might have been fiercer
would've been a camel CAPE. Ugh. I need.
Also on the Diabolina wish list: those red and camel Valentinos.