The coat has gone. You know, the sailor coat of life. I bought it last year for £70 and sold it for £100. An investment of sorts, no? I do hope it’s gone to a happy home and will keep its new owner warm this winter.
So, down to more important matters. I am now coat-less. (Well, not really, as there are other coats lurking in the wardrobe, but they are in no way battle-ready). I need to get busy on the coat shopping front. I’m flirting with the idea of a cape (aren’t we all?) but finding the right cape is probably harder than finding the right coat – do I really want to make life more difficult for myself (voluntarily)? Well, perhaps I do. If the cape fits…
