There are times when searching for inspiration and post-worthy moments feel impossible.  Although, having very limited time outside my career ambitions seems to pose the main blogosphere threat, I’m thinking.  There’s always so much to do, to see, to write, to learn, to revise, to submit, and photograph (etcetera) that suddenly I’m glancing sidelong at the clock and the day is nearly over with and gone.  

But for the first time in a long time, the temperature dropped drastically, and lucky for me… this meant gallivanting about random locations while adhering to the Holy Grail decree of the autumn season… faux fur.  There must be something in the air, because I own at least half a dozen of these retro coats and moments preceding this post, became legal guardian of one more orphaned on eBay. 

What’s the deal… I mean, have I caught some sort of communicable faux fur addiction?  Or have I always needed Shopaholics Anonymous?