Caped crusader

Last night my mother is flicking trough french Marie Claire, and keeps going:
- This is what we wore as girls... and this too... and trousers like this... and capes... and colors like this... and like this.
For the record, am not a big fan of the seventies. So any of these is not on my hit list. I don't like those colors. Or the shapes. Nor the hats. I know I might lose readers over this, but I quite hated the entire Marc Jacobs spring/ summer 2011.
But I like me a cape. There is something little bit eccentric about it, little bit removed from the pragmatism of a coat. So here is a drawing of a cape, the way I would wear it.
And yes, this includes the dog!