Running out on a lunch break last fall, I spotted a woman dashing across an intersection in a black-and-white coat. Past her waist, fitted and lush, it looked like the epitome of stylish to me. And with her red boots and slash of red lipstick, I was green with envy.
The coat haunted me. Black, white and red have, over time, become my signature colors, and each morning I would slip into my old jacket and think about how my life would change if I had that adorable coat around my shoulders. Job promotion? Sure thing. Adulation of the masses? Definitely. Appreciation of the fashion mavens when I’m having lunch at Panera? Absolutely.
Caught up in my daydreams, it was hard to remember that objects don’t change our lives — we do. And mostly by aligning our thinking and recognizing that no one thing — or person, or experience — will make us happy.
That being said, I really love my houndstooth coat.
That’s what I realized the fabulous print was called, by the way: houndstooth. Several Google searches and endless trolling of online stores later, I found several coats in the classic black-and-white print and began to drop subtle hints about what I would like for Christmas. To my joy, my parents handed me a box to be opened on Christmas Eve with — yes! — a houndstooth jacket. It’s so classy.
And if I thought I was obsessed with the print before, my love has taken on an entirely new definition.
Because houndstooth isn’t just for jackets, friends — oh, no. Houndstooth is everywhere and in a variety of hues, including pink. Pink! In all my endless daydreaming, I took to Etsy to get my houndstooth fill. I’m madly crushing on that pink houndstooth memo board, by the way — and know just the place I’d put it.