And this is how rumors get started:

Lately, I've really been wanting a raincoat.

Not as in the gross-yellow-slicker-you-wear-when-you're-five kind of raincoat. I mean a cute, classy jacket that I can throw on during dreary spring days such as these and sport to work instead of shivering in my (not-quite-so-professional) hoodie or donning my bulky winter pea coat.

This weekend, after being sorely disappointed in TJ Maxx (um, hello, I don't care if it's freaking Calvin Klein! You're TJ Maxx! Sell something for under $65 please!!!), I decided Target was calling my name.

I sauntered through the women's section and after perusing the latest additions, I headed to the clearance rack because I'll be honest, full price is not my style.

I harnessed every ounce of self-control to ignore the knit dresses and fitted cardigans to focus solely on one thing--a spring coat.

Just as I was about to give up hope, the clothing rack parted and out jumped Destiny in the form of a belted, khaki, super-cute number that, to top it off, had that much-sought-after sale price sticker dangling from the sleeve.

Oh happy day! I thought to myself and trotted off to the dressing room with my newly-found trophy in tow.

I shrugged it on, fastened the top buttons, tied the sash and surveyed the mirror critically. SOLD! I inwardly cheered.

Just then, as I went to place my new bargain on its hanger, I saw it.

I cringed. I squirmed a little. BUT I BOUGHT IT ANYWAY.

What did I see?

A small, innocuous tag on the inside collar that read "LizLangeMaternity."

Uhhh...that's awkward.*



*And for the record, totally and completely NOT APPLICABLE!