What if an article of clothing spoke to you?
"I'm the One."
What if you searched and searched every other store, saving the Macy's-Biggest-One-Day-Sale for last because you knew that Macy's "sales" aren't quite "sale-y" enough on a normal day in the life of Lanette?
What if you needed (well...wanted) a certain coat for Christmas and you knew exactly what you were looking for, but describing it to your husband so he could surprise you would certainly not yield the results you envisioned (spoken from experience. No hard feelings; it is what it is.)?
What if you found the perfect Kenneth Cole, flax-colored, above the knee, wool coat, body-type-flattering, not-wanting-for-total-style, "ME"-in-coat-form coat for $300, but on an early bird sale for $150+tax with a $10 off coupon, therefore, a grand total of $148?
What if you bought it (and the lady in line behind you ranted and raved about how cute it was)?
What if you thought after the fact that the company your husband is working for is about to go under? That he's currently job-hunting as we speak? That your husband should probably just find you a pair of flax-colored slippers and call it good?
What if you feel really guilty because you feel really selfish because you really love the it-spoke-to-me coat, but you know you should return it? And it just sits there, in your closet, in that white Macy's bag with the cute red star...waiting...wondering if coat and soul will ever be permanently united (what Lanette hath joined together, let no man put asunder)?
What would you do?
(pictures can't even do it justice, the stitching...the stitching...so cool.)