@Auspice Gah. If I had one laying around, I'd send it your way. Sadly, both of the ones I had got destroyed over the years.
Gorgeous black crushed velvet -- hey, cut me some slack, it was 1991! -- one my mom made me as a HS graduation gift? Someone "borrowed it for the day" stole it. I caught them with it 5 years later! ...and they gave it back! ...pinned together with bleach spots and missing the antique clasp that had belonged to my grandmother gone and 'replaced with this newer thing I should be super grateful!' AUGH.
My father threw the 100% imported Italian wool one I spent hours sewing by hand into the dryer 'because wool smells like wet dog when it's damp'. It maybe would have fit a small dog by the time it came out... (OK, heartbreaking as it is, it was funny watching him be all 'look, I don't know why you're crying, it's FINE!' as he tried to snap-flip 'unfurl' it and it stopped at toddler size. He shook it over and over like he was expecting more cloak to fall out for a good minute with an increasingly confused look on his face. 25 years later this is at least a little funny!)
My cloak luck is Greek tragedy levels of bad, or I would offer to help somehow.
The sad thing is that I know they had just restocked this week, and that poor section, omg. My inner fussbudget just wants to sit on the floor sometimes and put things where they belong until they tell me to leave every time I see it.
But, welp.
in the world. (As an indie dyer, this warms my heart.)