You Promised You Wouldn't Wear Your Cape Outside

I present: The Cape! In all its glory.

After the initial shock, I decided to keep my Asos cape. There was a moment of confusion with the placement of the armholes. I have little T-Rex arms when I wear it.

But you don't even have to use the armholes if it's really cold out. No arms here. Carrying a purse with a cape is difficult, I've found. Forget about a backpack completely!

It is also difficult to button. I told my boyfriend Joe that I always buttoned it wrong and then it made me look like a moron. "Yes," he said. "The buttons are what make you look like a moron."

It's just a lot for him to process, but he's been a good sport about walking around with someone wearing a cape.

I think it is a lot for anyone to process. I wore it over to my friend Christine's house. Ever the consummate hostess, she asked, "Can I take your... cape?"

Christine's friend took a look at the cape. "It's weird, but nice," she said.

Eds. note - this about sums up the reaction to the cape. Let's get more comments from the peanut gallery.

Amy: "I don't love it but I most definitely don't hate it."

Luther: "I don't hate it as much as I thought I would."

Coworker: "Are capes popular?"

Me: "It's the beginning of a trend."

Coworker: "Well, don't let the taunts discourage you. They're just not there yet."

My friend Jacalyn (via email from Hong Kong!): "I LIKE THE CAPE!!! wear it!! wear it walking down the streets of G-town!!"

So I did! I had to run to catch the D2 bus, sprinting as fast as I could down the sidewalk, cape billowing behind me. I looked straight-up crazy.

And of course, I have to wear the cape while riding my bike. Same effect!

I think this is going to be my signature look. In fact, blog reader Alix recognized me on the street because I was wearing this cape. So just look for me, dear readers, I'll be the one wearing a cape.