




Belatedly, this is what I walked around in for Halloween, eating crepes, watching movies with preternaturally creepy children, and having the coat stroked by strangers. Awkward. I had a bag of Werther’s originals, but I guess what I really required was a cat stuffed animal to make it recognizable as “crazy elderly woman.” Though with a few less necklaces and maybe sans the fascinator, I would consider making this a everyday jaunting around outfit.
