Paint It Black
So, after pretending to be having a party for one in my living room last week, I “winterized” my dress with boots, tights and coats, and headed out into the freezing November afternoon.
About the coat: I was really lucky to get this, not just because it’s a seriously awesome coat, but because I totally messed up with the ordering process and managed to provide Sian, who contacted me on behalf of Coast, with my new address, but my old postcode. I say my “new” address: we’ve been living here for almost four months now (!), but apparently that’s not long enough to make me forget the habit of just rattling out a portion of my old address without even thinking about it. And the embarrassing thing (Well, ONE of the embarrassing things…) is, I DO actually know my postcode. No, really, I do. It’s my phone number I can’t remember. (Yes, I know landlines are terribly old fashioned these days, but we have one for our business, purely because people don’t seem to trust companies who only list a cellphone number.) Seriously, I couldn’t tell you my own business phone number right now if my life depended on it, I really couldn’t. I guess I could try to excuse this with the fact that I don’t ever have to call myself, but people always seem to be asking me for it, so you’d think I’d know it by now. You’d think wrong, though. In fact, just last week I found myself typing my parents’ phone number into some online form or other, so if my parents suddenly start getting lots of strange calls from telemarketing companies, they’ll know who to blame. As usual.
(Actually, I DO call myself, as it happens. I call my own cellphone at least once per day, because that’s how often I put it down somewhere and completely forget where I put it. It’s amazing I’m still alive, really, isn’t it?)
Anyway! The coat! The coat is, as I mention, from Coast, who very kindly sent it back out to me after it was returned to them, having presumably gone to my old house first, and wondered why I wasn’t there to meet it. I picked this coat, partly because it was black, and I’ve been wearing quite a bit of black lately, but mostly because of the sheer drama of the oversized collar, which was pretty much made to pin things to, and also to snuggle up into on cold winter days. And let’s face it: they’re ALL cold winter days, aren’t they?
In other news, my fourth full skirt of December is now on its way to me, and this time I’m blaming Char and Emily for helping convince me that YES, I DO need a gold sequin midi skirt in my collection. In fairness, though, I think EVERYONE does, really. Don’t they?