Baby It's Cold Outside

I bought a new white coat yesterday. It's absolutely lovely. Micro-fiber fabric, fitted, detachable hood with fabulously fluffy faux fur trim. It spoke to me in the store and I listened. When I found that it was 50% off, the thing became even more tempting. I did try to resist the impulse but only half-heartedly.  At the checkout counter the cashier oohed and ahhed with me(all the confirmation I needed). 

When I got home with  shopping bags in tow (yes, I bought more than just the one thing), I put the coat on and was feeling quite cute. Anticipating a less than warm reception to my splurge from Sparta and because I felt guilty about it myself, I defensively attempted to justify why I had spent money on myself at this time of year when there are many other expenses to consider.  The explanation went  like this, "for one thing it is winter after all and in our entire marriage I've never purchased a coat for myself and since I've lost weight nothing fits right anymore". Honestly, under cross-examination those reasons wouldn't hold up.  I have some nice hand-me-downs from my sister Tara and my Aunt Ann which have kept me warm so it's not like I was ever without. I've lost some weight this year but coats are bulky enough that size really doesn't matter much. So Sparta watched as I pirouetted to get a look at all angles pulled the hood up and back down and grinned ridiculously at myself in the mirror. Without a question or rebuke, he smiled back saying only that he was glad it brought me pleasure.

I wore it to church last night and put it on again this morning to take the kids to school. It was a bumpy ride. A flat tire, a really flat tire that I continued to drive on in order to get both children to their respective schools on time.  Tires as you  know are rather close to the ground and black and dirty. Did I mention the coat is white?