On a crisp (quite cold) sunny morning in Cambridge, my friend Peyton and I stopped by a Sunday market with a variety of different vendors. I was sold this coat by a lovely lady selling dozens of vintage coats-- after having just mentioned to my friend that I missed my "Narnia Jacket," a deep purple fur jacket I had in the first grade. I tried it on and knew I had to buy it. It kept me warm through the chilly streets of London, even on nights out when I hadn't much under.
Special mentions: The cleaner across the street from my flat in Islington that took the stains and of sulfur off it after a joyous trip to Reykjavik. For £10.
Also, the cat card holder I got from that same market. His eyes are stained and baggy now, so I'm on the hunt for something new.
