Missed Connections: Poetry in Grey Wool, Where Art Thou?

I've found my first winter coat obsession (if you're not familiar, here's the deal). The problem is, I was in a hurry, took a screen shot of it, and alas, forgot to tag who made it or where it came from. Now I want and cannot find. So, I've decided to pen a stalker-ish, Craigslist-style love letter to our missed connection and weep bitterly as I imagine the future we could have had together. If anyone knows this coat or where it likes to hang out, please tip me off in the comments, or via anonymous email.

Saw you sometime last week, as I was hurriedly navigating the www. Suddenly, you appeared, a vision of loveliness in grey wool, and I wanted you instantly. However, I had a train to catch or something, and I couldn't stop to properly introduce myself. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you, and I'm kicking myself for not getting your name and style number. I've spent each moment since then retracing my steps, in hopes of seeing you again, of having a second chance. I sense that we would be great together. I'll be waiting, credit card in hand . . .

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