red's my color

Do you suppose I should post something boring, frivolous and blah blah blah before I show you more goodies I found whilst cleaning out the garage?

No?

Good.

How do you like my new (to me) winter coat? It's red. I really do like red.

It's made of something super duper soft and it keeps me toasty warm. Well, at least for the afternoon I wore it. Then the weather warmed up again and it's just hanging in the closet waiting.

I'm hoping the sleeves grow a good 3 inches while it's hanging in there or else my wrists are going to get mighty chilly this winter.




I always knew my grandma had excellent taste. I'm assuming Cate thinks so too. Either that or she's wondering why her crazy mama is taking pictures of herself in the window of the new back door.

Probably that last one.

And the purse.

I like it.

I don't own many purses because I've been toting around a diaper bag for the past 5ish years. I don't need the diaper bag anymore. I need a purse. I'll use Grandma's old one for now. I've seen uglier so I think it'll do.



Danny came around the corner just as I was taking this picture of myself wearing the wig I found. I love the look on his face. Once again, a child of mine wondering what's going on with that crazy mama.

I'm sure if I chopped my hair short and stopped getting my grays colored brown that's a pretty good idea of what I'd look like.

Amazing. I know. I'm almost tempted to just do it for reals.

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One last find for the day.

Something that brought a few tears to my eyes and a little lump in my throat.

I stuck my hands in the pockets of that red coat and here's what I pulled out:



A kleenex and a partially sucked on breath mint wrapped in wax paper.

Made me miss my grandma and feel thankful for her little quirky habits.

And her stylin' red coat.