The Coat

I filled my basket half heartedly at the flea market, thinking I would never find enough to completely spend the gift certificate my mother-in-law had given me for Christmas. Yes, there are such things as gift certificates for flea markets! As I got deeper into "Those Were the Days" in Warrensburg, MO , the treasures got better, but now I was running out of time before I had to rush home to pick up Rebecca from pre-school.

And then I saw it.
[insert angel chorus and bright light here].
The Coat.
In a booth with not much else of interest, I found it. I had to to stretch to reach The Coat on its hook, but fearlessly ignoring the things that might topple in the process, I stretched and grabbed. Hands trembling, I gently took the coat off its hanger and tried it on. Like a glove, it fit! Then. I knew. I must have it!
And time was running out.
I quickly retraced my steps, putting away the mediocre items I had filled my marketing basket with, as now I had The Prize and the rest was all seconds in comparison.

At the counter I asked if the dealer would take less. A quick phone call and yes! I got my price! And the gift certificate covered it!
The "sheared mink" was mine! Soft, clean smelling fur, untouched by moth balls or musty damp. Someone had taken very good care of The Coat. Now I was the new Keeper of the Treasure!

The Coat has gorgeous vintage details like the exquisite silky covered button and closure.

Suspenders in the shoulders so you can wear the coat as a shrug and not risk the luxurious fur slipping off onto the ground.

The sleeves' linings are gathered at the wrist to ward off cold blasts of wind.

And when you wear a fabulous fur, you have to have fur cuffed gloves.

These are faux from Target, 5 years ago.

The St. Bernard pictured above is our dog Lucy.

She is an optional accessory.