I came home with a pleated pink skirt and an autum-leave-brown colored coat, with faux fur in the hood as well as interior, cinched at the waist.
Sometimes I wonder what story was told of the previous owners while these items were in their possessions. What kind of people were they? Did she dance to Louis Armstrong in this skirt? Did she walk down a wintery snow fallen street, holding hands with a well dressed dark handsome man who called her Darling in this coat? ...I can't wait to write my own story.