I spend about 25% of my time cruising around ebay and putting things too expensive to afford in my watch list. I never buy anything because trial and error has informed me that only 3% of everything you buy on the internet is anything you actually want, yet return policies and lacking a printer in your apartment has informed me that you will end up keeping a firm 100% of everything you buy on the internet. When I saw this vintage Italian bedspread, I knew I'd come across something from the 3%. I imagined it would transform my apartment from a tiny box with hot glue puddles on every surface into that scene from the Little Princess where a mysterious benefactor redecorates Shirley Temple's room at the orphanage with many things plush and silky. Unfortunately, when the bedspread actually arrived, I realized it was too scratchy to sleep with, especially when my top sheet is constantly hanging around the ankles of my bed (apparently this is totally appalling to some people -- I'm like: wait, how is voluntarily attending spin class a thing and not having a top sheet is some kind of alternative lifestyle...?) Sometimes I get so involved in my parenthesis that i have no idea what the subject of my original sentence was). Anyway, because I live in a cramped NYC apartment, it was also too large for the floor. I suppose I could have reverse present-wrapped the entire inside of my room with it, but I didn't think of that extraordinary idea until this moment. In the end I decided to fashion it into a few pairs of shoes and this angel jacket. To all the people (my mom) who told me not cut into it lest I "ruin the integrity of such a fabulous relic," I say: "NO REGRETS. THE LEAST REGRETS EVER."