First night in New York. "Let's go out" mother yells in her most upbeat tone while frenetically running around the apartment, pulling back the heavy velvet curtains and exposing the dust on the floors. I'm digging through the closets for something to wear when I find it, the French Connection jacket Carl bought me in London for my 19th birthday. He said it reminded him of me and I brought it to New York the same weekend only to forget about it, until now.
When I first saw it I wanted to throw it away, but I quickly changed my mind. Not because the memories of him and us changed color but because I realized I can finally give something back to you, my sweet readers.
With that said, I'm giving the jacket away. I have to decide who gets it somehow, so here's what you'll have to do if you want it:
1. Follow my blog.
2. Publish a post on your own blog with a link to mine and a brief motivation as to why you should get it.
3. Post a comment here or send me an email (firstname.lastname@example.org) so I can look at your post. I'll choose the one with the cutest motivation sometime next week.
By the way, it says it's a British size 10 which is an American size 8 or a European size 38, but I normally wear smaller sizes than that and it fits me fine. Just send me an email if you're unsure.
Now to look for a much needed wine-haze along 5th Avenue. Hugs and kisses.