I know there is nothing as stereotypical as a blogger talking about fall and capes. Except a blogger talking about fall, pumpkin spice lattes, sweaters, layering and boots. But I am willing to be a stereotype. Because two years ago I bought a sweatshirt cape from American Apparel and I never frickin' wear it.
I carry a ton of stuff around with me at all times which means I have a tote bag essentially welded to my shoulder during most of my daily travel time. Coincidentally, that is also when I'd most likely be wearing a jacket (or cape). Unless hunchback is the silhouette you're going for, a giant tote bag and a cape should never be paired . Personally, I'm far too much a slave to conventional "figure flattery" to allow that to happen. Therefore, I rarely wear the cape that I swore would be omg.so.versatile! And I tell you this so you know that friends don't let friends who carry giant tote bags buy capes.
So - my exception! On this particular evening I had a small cross-body bag; apparently there are at least some instances in my life where I don't need to be kitted out like I'm on a wildness retreat, saddled with a giant tote.
There is something so ridiculous about capes that I know I won't get rid of this one, despite it's rare use. I don't know if it's because they look witchy or bat-like or vaguely dramatic -- but I like them, damn it. I just like them.
cape, leggings/American Apparel
scarf/gift from grandma
gray/black striped long-sleeve/Monk's Vintage