Note 1 (stuck to the fridge, Tuesday):
Hey. Is the brown coat on the drying rack yours? (Coat? Jacket? It’s somewhere in between.) It’s been there four days. Also it’s beautiful and I’m a little obsessed, where’s it from
Note 2 (stuck to the fridge, Tuesday, four hours later):
It’s mine. It’s not actually drying, I just like looking at it. Misook. The Heritage ponte sport jacket, the mahogany one. They give you 20% off for signing up, don’t ask how much it was before that, you’ll do the math and get mad at yourself for not knowing sooner
Note 3 (stuck to my door, Wednesday):
Did the math. Am mad. Sending you my size. This is a hostile takeover and I’m not sorry
Note 4 (stuck to the bathroom mirror, Wednesday night):
Ordered it. Free returns btw (just not on clearance stuff), so if it’s weird on me I’m sending it right back, no shame, no math involved that time
Note 5 (left on my laptop, Thursday):
Their new arrivals right now are basically all knit jackets and sweaters, like they know exactly what week it is. I may have added a sweater too. I may have added two.
Note 6 (taped to the coat itself, Sunday):
It came. It’s better in person, which never happens, usually it’s the opposite and you’re stuck negotiating with a return label. Wearing it to brunch. Do not touch, this is a solo mission
Note 7 (stuck to the fridge, Sunday night):
Fine. Brunch was good. The coat did numbers. Here’s where I actually found it since you’ve asked four times today and I’m tired of typing it into your texts one letter at a time. It’s an affiliate link, so I earn a small commission if you buy, at no extra cost to you.
Note 8 (stuck to my forehead, hypothetically, because I would if I could):
We are now a two-coat household. This was never supposed to happen. I regret nothing