After lunch we went back and I bought the jacket.
I was young, I was petite and I had a good job.
The jacket has given me great joy over the years.
I wore it to football games, to concerts and shopping. With blue jeans, black slacks and skirts and dresses. Often accented with red.
Alas, I am no longer young and no longer petite. I decided to donate it to a charity auction.
Call it karma, spiritual or a coincidence but a young woman sat down at my dinner table and said "I bid on a jacket and I really want it".
Being the only coat in the auction, I knew what she was talking about.
I shared with her the history of the jacket and how much I loved it.
At the "2 min. warning" we bounced up to the coat and met another woman who also wanted it.
That is what makes a charity auction exciting and helps make money for a non-profit charity.
The young woman at my table announced that she really wanted the jacket and would pay the value price. And wrote a generous check to Casa de Esperanza
She invited me to visit the coat at anytime.
The best news is that she has been seen in the community wearing it. And I know that it is loved and has a good home.
Who says that a mink doesn't belong in Arizona.
It is going to be 18 degrees tonight.