When I was a teenager I watched Nosferatu and decided I just had to have a cape. So I went out and found one in a second hand shop in the middle of nowhere and was so pleased with my purchase I just knew I had to wear it time and time again. That is, until I tried it on at home and realised I looked like a stumpy little toadstool. How those blood bitten victims managed to pull of the look I will never know.
Still, I wish I hadn't thrown it away because it was a lovely red colour like the Kuwaii dress pictured here. I could have at least recycled the fabric, no?
Ah regrets...
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