Tuesday, 14 February 2012

When someone stole my coat

If you follow me on twitter you will know that last week someone stole my coat. Not just any coat but my (faux) fur coat. And if you are one of my friends you will how much this coat meant to me.

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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