Since I’ve moved to Sacramento, my warm coats have been neglected, especially my fancy warm coats. I’m not sure what I’m saving them for. Surely, a walk along the river on New Year’s Day is worthy of vintage faux fur.

Coat, Russell Taylor (vintage). Hoodie, Jo & Co Jeans (thrifted). Turtleneck, Gap (swap). Belt, thrifted. Shorts, 7 for All Mankind (thrifted). Boots, Sam Edelman. Sunglasses, Target. Earrings, street fair.

I get a kick out of the hobo vibe of a fur coat over more practical garments, especially a hooded sweatshirt or vest. To complete my homeless look, I fell off the path on the way to the river and ripped my leggings and knee open. Let’s just say that I didn’t have to be jumping up and down in front of the unmanned tripod for other visitors to give me a wide berth. Or maybe I was too fancy for them.

That’s me: fancy among the trash and art installations along the river. Besides the cairns spelling out “YO,” someone has, painstakingly, lined white rocks along the trunk of this downed tree.

January 2, 2017

Kasmira Kit


  1. c

    January 31, 2017

    I can tell you what you are saving them for: your trip to Alaska, whenever that eventuates.

    I tripped one day and tore my tights (new brown ones….) and when I went back to the office, no one said anything about the hole or my bloody knee. It made me think that if I walked in with my head cut off, no one would notice that either. I did get a band aid and sort of scrunch the hole together and make do, but people are not very observant.

    • Kasmira Kit

      January 31, 2017

      Aw! You should have limped around and worked the sympathy! 😉

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