Bought in my first year of university after months of envying others', my fur coat was nothing special. It was tatty around the cuffs, I had stitched up holes many a time, and too many nights out in it meant it had the slightly matted texture that occurs after cocktails are spilt...
But this coat was special to me. I would put it over any boring outfit and immediately feel amazing. I would wear it on nights out, pretending I was far more sophisticated than I really was. And when no one mentioned the 1920s theme for new year, I felt immediately reassured that I had my coat to cover my inadequate dress.
But alas, someone took it from me. I wasn't so bothered that it was -9 outside and all I had was a cardigan, but I was bothered because of what this coat meant to me. And with all this snow, a fur coat would really be very useful!
What piece of clothing would you be lost without?
Happy in my coat
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