So a classic double breasted khaki trench has been on my wishlist since my sophomore year of high school. Which is…5 years ago? That’s terrifying. Last month I was trying on random ones in Zara and I realized that the cut of classic trenchcoats make me look like a man. A stumpy man. So I got a girly empire waisted one with a hem that narrows for an eggy shape instead. I figure it’ll have to satisfy my desire to look like a flea bitten WWI machine gunnist with trench foot until I can get A Serious Trench Coat from Burberry. Which will be when I’m fifty if my money saving habits are any indication.
On a brighter note, I managed to sew up the massive rip that was threatening to dislodge the zipper of my book bag. Phew, I have no idea what other bag would have been able to fit all my junk.