Searched a few "lost and founds" and did not find Hazel's jacket. They are sad and scary boxes, with mouldy, wet hats and gloves, dirty hoodies and even sadder, beautiful winter jackets. At least ours was well worn, bitten and fixed many times over at the collar. Coco went through a biting-jacket-collar phase.
I had trudged the kids around to a few consignment stores, falling short on warm coats or even affordable, stylish ones. So, I went to Superstore Main Street.
Voila. Done. And now, we are going to find the lost one. Murphy's Law.
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