Don The Green Cloak.

For Peggy 10.10.10 (c) C. Quintana 2010

I find it funny that the clothes I wear can really affect my day.

There’s this long, green coat with a line of golden buttons.

It’s not even a coat, really. But jacket doesn’t seem like a proper description.  Peggy called it a cloak, though it’s not really that either. I’ve honestly never seen anything else like it, which is a big part of why I love it so much. The infamous “cloak” was gifted to me by this truly incredible woman I worked for this past year just before I left home.

On the envelope for the “good luck” card she also gave me, there was a small note: “Be transformed each time you don the fabulous green cloak.”

This past week it’s kind of been a mantra. In fact, I wore the cloak twice in a three day stretch.  The first day I wore it, I felt unstoppable. Actually.  In fact, when I realized it was weather-appropriate and that I hadn’t yet worn it, I started dancing around the apartment repeating Peggy’s phrase. The second time, still good, though maybe not transformed per se (it was also much colder out and I had to do more walking, so that might have been part of the problem.)

I don’t know that I’ve ever quite had that feeling before.  I have clothes I love: hats, shirts, scarves, gifted, found, bought, handed-down– you name it.  But I don’t think that I’ve ever worn something that made me feel so much like a rockstar.

Of course, I don’t need a coat to tell me I’m a rockstar, but in the face of heartbreak, it’s nice to be transformed–


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