“My” coat showed up in a Le Train Bleu mailer today. Same price as Modcloth. I’m still undecided… The Umbered Houndstooth still whispers to me too, but it might be whispering in an old lady voice.
I dated a guy with glasses (Hi Doug!) when I was 18 and he was telling me about one of his trips to the optometrist. He said the doctor would flash different lenses in front of…
