A couple of days ago, I pulled out my lovely red sweater and wore it underneath my favourite ever vintage find from Ebay. I bough this coat years ago and I mean years ago.. probably thirteen.
I think it cost me £30, it is a 1960's fake leopard coat, my husband called it my "Moth-eaten Bet Lynch rag" at the time, but now loves it. I did have to hang it on the washing line and "Fabreeze" it at first, it just had a stale smoke smell to it.
Sadly the coat now has a large rip above the pocket, this happened because I was declaring one evening, during dinner out with friends, that I would love to be "ravished" sometime. So, taking me by surprise, the minute we exited the taxi on our arrival home, my husband grabbed me. I still had my hands in the pockets, he then pretended to ravish me in the bush, for the amusement of our dinner companions. I ended up almost upside down, hands still fixed ... coat ripped
It has seen me through many a funeral, as grave sides can be bitterly cold, I always wear it over a black dress or suit, 'a la Patsy Stone'.. I try desperately hard, not to fall into the grave as she did.
Ruby Tuesday ... Wearing sunglasses,
to protect her identity
I feel as though part of my lovely dad is with me when I wear it, when we took his ashes to Llandudno pier to "Set him free", just like on many a comedy sketch, a great deal of him blew back at us. Apart from us all ingesting part of him, my coat must have some remnants trapped in its fur.
We all have favourite pieces in a our wardrobes, something that has an affect on the way you feel that day.
Don't you just love red
My other remedy for a "Blue day" is to wear red, simple...
Red has that mood changing quality for me, as soon as I wear it I am happier and smile more...
It was also the colour I chose to get married in too.