Here's the thing about this coat: there is no coat like it.
And as far as I'm concerned, when you find a coat that earns the compliment, "You look like a New York woman!" while you're in Coeur D' Alene, Idaho and although you're not even sure anyone in Idaho could tell you what exactly that means, you take it and you run with it. Far. And never, ever take it off. I surely haven't (my instagram will prove that) and who knows, I might try to make it work until June. We did get snow once in Idaho in June, so I'm not ruling it out completely. Also the fact that it was 40% off didn't hurt, either.
Low and behold, I suffered the four and a half drive by myself to Montana yesterday! Things that may have happened: in a split second decision to end my own life by swerving into a semi or the life of a pheasant that was peacefully and unknowingly putting his own life in danger by choosing to perch in the center of my lane, I chose the pheasant (otherwise I wouldn't be here, blogging about it), spotting another Subaru with a 'montana griz' sticker on its window and staying 200 yards behind it for the entire duration of the Coeur D' Alene to Missoula portion of the drive, stopping when said Subaru pulled into a rest area to use the bathroom and observing an adorable boyish faced what-I-can-only-imagine-to-be-a-freshmen get out of it, and nearly losing my voice after so much car singing. Then again, they all may have happened.
I then spent all of last night and all of this morning doing the only thing that is best to do when you have an apartment (your own apartment, nonetheless!) all to yourself: laying in bed and watching too much tv, organizing emails and replying to a few, thinking about unpacking my suitcases that didn't make it further than my door entryway, and of course, doing everything without pants on.
coat: zara // dress: thrifted // scarf: nordstroms // boots: forever21 //
tights: the gap