The Navajo Coat

The Navajo Coat

If you’ve read my book, “Honk If You Married Sonja,” you will know about the Navajo coat.  I was with a boyfriend after John died.  He wanted me to see Mesa Verde.  We stayed in the town of Cortez and visited a trading post.   Since he was an Indian enthusiast, he pointed out the coat.  It was hanging by itself on a post.  I was attracted to it, especially the colors and design.  It had a hood and was reversible but it was a size large.  I am a size small.  The price tag was $1200.  The boyfriend shamed me into trying on the coat.  It reached my knees.  It felt so right.  I said, “I’d pay $500 for it but not $1200.   The salesman in the near empty store said, “How about $600?”   My answer was yes.  In the process of paying for the coat, the boyfriend showed me a deerskin shirt, a porcupine quill vest and some moccasins  he had selected.  I admired them and he said, “T thought you might buy them for me.”   My answer, “Buy them yourself.”  He didn’t. He had no money.  That little episode ruined the trip for me.  I dropped him off as soon as I could at his home in north Texas.  But the Navajo coat has been all over the world with me.  In Bhutan, they thought I had purchased it there.  In central Asia, they thought the same.  In Canada they were sure it was Canadian.  In Russia the coat became Siberian.  In this picture I was in Bar Harbor, Maine.  In the pockets I keep a pair of my mother’s red leather gloves and a wool crocheted headband that I think my Aunt Beverly created.  I categorize my trips by the coat.  Either the trip is a Navajo coat trip or not a Navajo coat trip.