Saturday, August 22, 2009

The short happy life of a fur collared coat

After 60 years, one looks at photos with new eyes. I fell in love with the short pants on my brothers and their different styles of galoshes in this picture which was mostly about the building before I cropped it. See the fur collared coat my mother is wearing? And then look here about two years later: It's my coat now.
I remember feeling luxurious when I wore it. Then I grew too tall. And all this happened in the blink of an eye.

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