"Nic has finally put her long-serving Winter coat into much-deserved retirement.
Not so much because it's falling apart (because that fluffy-collared behemoth will be here until after doomsday) but more because falling off the shoulders of the wearer has to (she presumes) go against the very raison-d'etre of Winter coat-kind."
It is a fine indication, however, to just how much my shape has changed over the past couple of years. I really did fit this coat well, and even though there was just enough extra room to wear a decent chunky jumper under it without feeling like a stuffed sausage, it sat well on my shoulders, kept me deliciously warm, and made me feel a little glam, too!
Bought around 1997, full-length, black wool, lined with a soft black watermark satin, and finished off with a luscious and soft faux-fur black collar, I felt glamorous indeed! I imagined I looked a little like one of the heroes from The Matrix, with my long, dramatic coat catching the wind as I walked down the street, although I suspect the reality was that I looked more like a rather squat black-hulled ship in full sail battling rough seas. Never-the-less it made me feel fabulous!
And now, now it is gone. Gone to that second-hand clothes shop in the sky down the street. In all honesty I could have used it as a bedspread, considering the amount of fabric used for its creation, but I'm inclined to believe that it would have preferred to keep its identity as Coat and not debase itself as Blanket.
And I need to stop anthropomorphising my items of clothing - I'm sure they don't appreciate it.