I now own my very own coat.
In fact, the only reason I do not own two coats is that the hooded red toggle-fastening duffel-wannabe was not available in my size. So I only bought the one, a simple charcoal creature who is already trying to shed her buttons.1
I think I shall call her Zsa Zsa.
Truly, I must live in Melbourne. How bizarre.
- Is it all coats who try to shed their buttons in the same unrelenting and incessant way cats shed hair? Or is it just me? Tess leant me a coat to stop me from dying over the past week, and I've handed it back to her missing at least two buttons. I can only find one button to sew back on for her. I am bad. [↩]