A little leopard told me…

For regular readers, you will know by now that my life on a day to day basis is really just one big shopping trip. I shop all the time, even when I don’t intend to, because I’m obsessed with detail and finding curious and beautiful things at bargain prices.As well as that, I have been asked whether everything I post is true. Whether you believe that the tea cups featured are from my Great Aunt Una, or that I’ve bought Max Mara, Christian Dior and Ralph Lauren (to name a few) from charity shops, or whether or not my hair really is a/real or b/ naturally this straight(it is), is something you have to decide for yourselves.

So here is the story behind this wonderful, leopard print coat gentle readers, I hope you enjoy the tale as much as I do telling it.

Shopping at a suburban shopping centre one day, I made my usual visit to Target. After doing a few laps I was about to leave empty handed when my mum spotted the leopard print across the floor.
In the plus size section.
The smallest size was a 14 so I tried it on and although it was a little baggier in places than would normally please me, we decided that if I wore it a la a 1920’s movie star, sort of wrapped around me, then I could pull it off. Fully lined and in a soft pony hair feel, I stood in the middle of Target, channeling Clara Bow to the amusement (always to the amusement) of the other shoppers.
The price tag was $89 but when we got to the register is was discounted to $49, so basically I found this gem in the suburbs, in a generic department store, for $49. It’s true.