What Would Bet Lynch Do?

If you're not a longtime fan of Coronation Street like me, ignore the title. It's just not that important to the content of this post. And when I claim to be a "longtime fan", I mean that I watched the show with my parents from about the age of three and then finally gave up a few years ago after the plot lines got too ridiculous and sensational. When the writers go back to penning stories that involve Norris choosing his wardrobe for his upcoming summer holiday to Bournemouth while Rita makes pithy remarks from the back room of The Cabin (are Norris and Rita still alive?), I'll start tuning in again.

But I digress. Here's what I actually want to talk about:

My new leopard-print jacket! I am one peroxide job away from being Bet's younger sister.

This jacket is a perfect example of what I was talking about in my last post (has it really been almost 2 weeks? Yeesh!). I found this while having a leisurely browse through a few of my favourite online window-shopping stores. This faux-fur leopard-print jacket was in the Cleo clearance section. The original tag on it was $200, and I got it for $30. On my last trip to Value Village, I found a few similar used coats of lesser quality than this one in the $50 range. I won't harp on it. I did that last time. But this strengthens my resolve to stay out of that place.

When my coat arrived in the mail, I ripped it open and pretty much just stuck my face into the amazing furry softness. My mom had a couple of faux-fur coats in the early 80's and I can promise you they didn't feel anything like this. Faux has come a long way! 

Then I had a look at the attached tags and discovered that, in addition to the insane discount and dreamy softness, this coat is also safe to put in my washer and dryer. No dry cleaning required! Can you hear angels singing yet? This is the thrift shopper's equivalent of winning the lottery and on the same day discovering that Colin Firth has a crush on you! So, as you can probably guess, I'm feeling rather pleased with myself. 

And also a bit like putting on a low-cut top and some stiletto heels and pulling a few pints...