My sister can be a bad influence.
I came home from work today–it was a long day–and opened the hall closet to hang my coat. There was a Talbots garment bag crumpled on the closet floor. Inside was the beautiful black dress coat my sister encouraged me to buy.
I picked it up, located the hanger, shook it out and hung it back on the rack. To be fair to my sister, it is a beautiful coat and it was drastically reduced. I don’t remember what I paid for it, but I know it wasn’t a lot. We were out shopping shortly after Christmas. I remember it was in the town where my parents currently live, but since they have been there over 20 years and since my sister and I usually spend Christmas with them, that doesn’t narrow it down much. I would guess that I bought the coat five years ago, at least. I don’t know if I can even still fit into it.
I don’t need a dress coat. It’s not that I never get dressed up, but it is rare, and when I do, my black wool overcoat is sufficient. I don’t know where I thought I would be going that I could get away with, much less need, a special formal coat.
I have never worn the coat. Maybe I keep it in the hopes that someday I will have somewhere special to wear it. Maybe I keep it to remind myself that if I’m eying something impractical, and I’m having second thoughts, I shouldn’t listen to my sister.