crawling down the alley on your hands and your knees

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.

  1. 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. []