Happy in my newly-thrifted mint-coloured gold-buttoned wide-shouldered wool coat.
I cannot seem to find second-hand coats my size, or trousers, or sweaters, or anything. Therefore I will always remain the girl that was worn by her own clothes.
And look ridiculous(ly happy) in them.
Also, I feel much like this in it:
PS: Clicking "next blog" must be the most boredom-inducing thing I have done in the past ten years. Previous blog possibly agrees with me. Ouch!