This cape has a funny story. A couple years ago, I was shopping in Fat Fancy with a mission. There was some sort of special fundraiser happening so the store was packed. But I still had a mission. I needed to be a fat super hero! I needed a cape. Not like Larry David when he plays the caped lawyer in Seinfeld but the kind of cape that Supernanny Jo Frost would rock. Minus the screaming children and bad parenting. I hee'd and hawed over some dresses and the rack of coats. But I was too blinded by my mission to consider anything else besides a cape. And as I was about to shrug my shoulders and give the mister the look that indicates we would be going to many more stores that day, I came upon a tall beauty. She had brown hair, curves in about the same places as me and some radical glasses and a beaming smile. I hated her. Because she had upon her shoulders a green vintage cape coat that met all the requirements of my desired cape. "Please put the fucking cape back. Please put the fucking cape back. Fuck you and your cappppeeeee!", I ran over and over again in my head. And God dammit, she didn't put back the fucking cape. She loved it. As I pretended to look at ties nearby and nibble nonchalantly on the complimentary cookies, she took MY cape to the counter and bought it. Son of a bitch!
Fast forward a bit of time. I am now a blogger doing my bloggity blog thing. Reading blogs and making blog friends. When I came upon Rebecca's. She was from Seattle and we hit it off. Commenting on each other's blogs. Me, feeling like I recognized her but couldn't place it. Then I came upon this post and it dawned on me. She was the statuesque beauty that stole away all my cape dreams. I left a cheeky comment about how she could give it to me when she got tired of it.
Fast forward to this summer. It's been a while since Rebecca has blogged but I still consider her a friend and think about her every once in a while and how we should meet in real life and WHY HAVEN'T WE MET UP?!?! But anyway, I know she is moving and busy. Out of the blue I get a heavy large package. I can tell it is clothing. I realize the sender is Rebecca and without even opening it, I knew what it was. It was my cape! I tore it open like a ravenous beast and held my prize close to my chest as I screamed to the world "My cape! She sent me the cape!". Well, only the mister heard me and he knew exactly what I was talking about as he had been witness to Cape Disaster 2010 and the following Cape Conspiracy 2011. It was perfectly loud and beautiful with a faux fur collar and wool that would be keeping me warm for THE REST OF MY LIFE. Isn't the internet a small world sometimes? Who would of thought that the stranger that I cape-stalked at Fat Fancy would then become an online friend and would be nice enough to give me what I have always wanted? Thanks for spoiling me, Rebecca! I hope you are enjoying your new house and don't come crying to me when you want the cape back. Because my soul is dark and greedy and not generous like yours! I am Gollum and this cape is my precious.
vintage cape : fat fancy via rebecca
leggings : walmart
dress : walmart
flats : avenue
headscarf : thrifted
brooch : gift
glasses : coastal
peter pan collar : femme club