Guys? I want this coat. No, no, I need this coat. Actually, to be honest, I want to need this coat.
I’m gonna go out on a limb and guess every, oh I dunno, 10 or 11 days I ask The Man why we don’t live in Seattle. Or Tasmania. Or at least Melbourne. Somewhere cold. Because Queensland? Not cold. Hot? Sure. We’ve got that in spades. But being one who prefers to shiver rather than sweat, this is not exactly a positive.
If we lived somewhere cold? I’d get to wear coats. Regularly. Instead of, you know, when we fly down and spend the weekend in Melbourne. Or really save our smackers and head overseas. But that only happens a few times a year, so (and all you cold-land dwellers are going to gasp at this) I only have one coat.
I know, I know. Woe is me. Poor Selise and her relatively coat-less existence. However does she endure it?
By losing hours imagining my life in other coats. Like this one.
In this coat I live on an apple farm.
In the early hours of a Saturday morning The Man and I gather up the barrels of our delicious apples, stack them in the back of our old jalopy and trundle down the dirt road toward the markets. Our cheeks are rosy and we can see our breath. I’ve got a thermos of tea between my knees and I’m warming my gloved hands on it.
When we jump out to unload the apples, I smooth my jacket and the corduroy pinafore that’s poking out underneath. Straighten my woollen tights, fold the tops of my knee-high socks over and stamp my feet up and down, feeling the rubber soles of my gumboots on the uneven pavers…
SEE? See why it’s cruel to deprive me of a multi-coat existence?
What about you guys? What life would you live in this coat?
Note: ASOS asked me to write a little something about one of their coats. Which I did here, happily. I adore ASOS.
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