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#Plaid Wool Coat
dfivezstore · 6 months
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zoesrepository · 11 months
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Leonor De Castro (The Sparkling Lemon)
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loveshetlands · 6 months
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chicinsilk · 3 months
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US Vogue January 15, 1969
Birgitta af Klercker wears a pale mint plaid coat, by Jay Henry in Brendan wool. Emily Wetherby scarf. Ring on scarf by Napier. Bonnie Doon socks.
Birgitta af Klercker porte une manteau en tissu écossais menthe pâle, par Jay Henry en laine Brendan. Écharpe Emily Wetherby. Bague sur foulard par Napier. Chaussettes Bonnie Doon.
Photo Bert Stern
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renattack · 1 year
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Fall in St. Stephen's Green or Faiche Stiabhna - Dublin, Ireland
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chic-a-gigot · 2 years
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La Mode illustrée, no. 34, 21 août 1887, Paris. Robe en batiste de laine unie et même batiste à pois. Manteau de voyage. Modèles de chez Mme Coussinet, rue Richer, 43. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney
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devdas5z · 1 year
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Anne Hathaway in The Devil Wears Prada
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cannot WAIT until it's cool enough that I can wear coats again
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darlingdawnvintage · 2 years
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There’s a chill in the air! Almost time to pull out the winter coats 💕 a fabulous coat is a great investment you will wear everyday!
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susoriginals · 3 months
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Vintage Blazer Black & Gray Windowpane Plaid Wool Sport Coat by Andre Villard Mens Size 41 L Only $6.99
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bowtifullife · 6 months
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robinsnest2111 · 1 year
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whenever I wear the green corduroy cargo style miniskirt I thrifted a while ago I super regret not getting the ashy brown pinstripe miniskirt I saw at a different thrift shop once... 😔
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peachesofteal · 3 months
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Light On - single mom/neighbor fic - PTSD, mentions of death, trauma Simon Riley/female reader
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Simon’s boots are sticking to the floor.
He had scrubbed and scrubbed them, scratched a sponge against the sole and up over the toe, used coiled wool to try to scrape the bits and pieces from the bottom, digging deeply into the cracks to try to dislodge anything leftover from the last month. The heat made it a particularly difficult task, melting together the dirt and blood, sealing it to the rubber in a congealed mess that he couldn’t clean off.
It’s spring now, and his breath doesn’t fog through the air like it did before he left. The mornings are coated in a prickly frozen dew that sparkles just right in the sunrise, refracting orange and pink hues into the building’s front lobby, washing over the bland egg white walls and coloring them into a spectacle, cold shadows of night chased away by the long fingers of warm daylight.
His boots scuff along the hallway, squeaking like they’re trying to announce his arrival, trying to give up his position before he deems it necessary, before he gets inside the entryway, blasting a signal through the flat that he’s home, that he’s made it. The sound of his boots competes with the buzzing that’s bouncing around in the back of his skull, sawing through the soft, pink mush of his brain, trying hack away at the only good pieces he has left. It’s gotten louder since he parked the car, competing with the drum beat of his heart, the churning of anxiety and anticipation in his stomach. He’s so, so close, and still a thousand miles away from you, even though he’s in the kitchen. His fingers grip fast to his bag, canvas straps twisted around his wrist, and he holds his breath, world rotating in slow motion as he listens for you, catches the musical note of your voice in Emma’s room. His spine stays stiff, unsure, and the buzzing that bites at his synapses gets louder, fills his head with the low rumble of fear that’s been simmering beneath the surface since he stepped out this door a month ago. You’re safe. You’re here. You and Emmaline are fine. You’ve been texting him everyday. You’re safe. You’re-
“Simon?” He blinks. You’re in the kitchen with him, eyes sleepy, Emma in your arms. One of his t shirts sits at your hips, plaid robe half falling off your shoulder. She’s more awake than you appear to be, and he begs his mouth to work, encourages his tongue to move so he can talk to you, so he can say “good morning, sorry I didn’t call, wanted to surprise you.” Or “hi, good morning, I missed you so much.”
But he can’t. Because all he can see, all he can taste, is blood. He doesn’t see his girl, he sees you broken and limp on the floor. He doesn’t see his baby, he sees Joseph’s lifeless body. He sees the carnage of this last op, hears the dying draw of a last breath, over and over.
“Hey.” Your fingers tentatively skim along his forearm. “You’re still dressed.” You note, and he nods, locked up, trying to push the buzzsaw in his brain away. He didn’t change, showered at the safe house before the flight home, and then immediately headed your way, his uniform clean, untouched by the gore and misery, still starched and formal unlike his tac gear, all of it made to wring the blood from its stitching over and over again. “Simon, someone wants to see you.” Emma’s now half in his arms, cooing at him, carefully supported in your hands, and he instinctively curls around her, swooping low to nose along her scalp.
The reverberations cease. The buzzing and gnawing and stabbing into his brain silences, just like that, and he fills his lungs with air, one hand now cradling your face, the other warm beneath Emma’s weight.
“Welcome home.” It’s a whisper, the softest, sweetest thing he’s ever heard, and he smiles beneath the balaclava, pressing his lips to your forehead. “We missed you.”
“I missed you too.” He murmurs. He wonders if the moment has passed, if he should be stepping away now, and he flexes, testing- only to be pulled back, an arm sliding around his back, anchoring him closer, tighter.
“Just stay here for a minute.” Stay. Stay here with you, stay with his girls. His voice roughens as he croaks out an answer.
“Always.”
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ice-creamforbreakfast · 6 months
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::Download:: (Patreon - Free from 29/11/2023)
A collection of warmer clothes for your sims so that they can stay chic while staying indoors 💜
Details:
Ada Sweater Combo - A knitted sweater combined with a cinch belt and full tartan/plaid skirt. Rita Skirt Suit - A wool cropped coat and pencil dress combo with contrast collar and buttons that's perfect for looking smart, but staying warm.
Mavis Dress - A button-down dress in various shades and patterns
Mavis Dress V2 - Same old Mavis, brand new picnic blanket pattern (as someone calls it...they know who)!
Dee Sweater - Knitted roll-neck sweater that's perfect for those colder days
Catherine Pants - Who says you can't wear cropped pants in the winter? probably a few people, but do it anyway.
Scooter Sweater - Knitted rugby-style sweatshirt/sweater. Perfect for staying warm, but staying stylish.
Bertram Sweater - Asymmetric, knitted sweater with Arran buttons.
Barb Hair V.4 - Another one? Yes. But There are five Barb hairs! One isn't called Barb though. Yes it's confusing. Shooby made me do it.
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chicinsilk · 6 months
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US Vogue October 15, 1958
Anna Carin Bjorck, standing in a 1959 Chrysler New Yorker convertible, wearing a car-blanket coat, unbuttoned, uncollared and unlined, over a red wool hoodie, by Pendleton. Lipstick, Crackerjack by Helena Rubinstein.
Anna Carin Bjorck, debout dans une Chrysler New Yorker décapotable modèle 1959, portant un manteau car-blanket, sans boutons, sans col et sans doublure, sur un pull à capuche en laine rouge, par Pendleton. Rouge à lèvres, Crackerjack par Helena Rubinstein.
Photo John Rawlings vogue archive
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imtakingyourcat · 2 months
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How to: dress like Hannibal Lecter
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Basics: matching suit jacket, pants, and vest set. Corresponding button ups, satin tie with occasional pocket square, and brown or black leather dress shoes. Satin pajama robe, and wool trench coat. Occasional knit sweater or turtleneck
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Patterns & materials: paisley, plaid, stripes; ties mainly paisley, occassionally spark pattern or plain satin. Wool, satin, leather, knit wool,
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Colours: mainly greys in cool tones, with some pops of brown, red, or blue
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Watch: black leather strap roman numeral
Brands: tie bar for ties and pocket squares, ital suit for suits and vests, Tracy jay for satin pajama robes, Hugo boss for shoes. Other random brands for extras or accessories, second hand or otherwise
Extra: plastic clear raincoat
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This was tricky since Hannibal's suits are all customs from the show, I tried my best to find pieces that are similar to his!
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