I pulled this vintage bed jacket out of the mending pile thinking I would fix it up for use. Turns out, I had already fixed it and it just been languishing there for lord knows how long. Mr. K and I were discussing recently how I do not generally wear purple. For a long time I didn't wear ANY purple as, in my mind at least, it connotes fantasy fiction, renaissance faires and a whole aesthetic that I do not subscribe to. As you can see, however, I have been slowly dipping my toes in the purple pool, but for the most part it's like wearing long earring - not really me.