Cinderella and the Leather Coat Imperative

I used to work in the music industry and it was de rigeur, at the time, to have a bum-freezer leather coat.

Mine went everywhere with me. I lived in it; slept in it in the backs of vans; traveled around the world in it.

It had seen better days and was relegated to the back of the wardrobe. About 10 years ago, without having worn it for 5 years, I had it cleaned and mended and, when I got it home and put it on, discovered that I couldn’t do the buttons up, such was my size. Appalled, I consigned it to languishing in the backs of many cupboards since then, a memento of a bygone era.

We moved house about a week ago and it surfaced again. Somewhat wistfully, I put it on, wondering if I could get away with it not being done up. 

Except, it felt a bit…not…baggy exactly. But … large.

With trembling fingers, I attempted to do the buttons up and . . .

Oh God I felt like Cinderella!! 

With beaming grin, I skipped around B&Q car park, danced down the aisles at Sainsbury’s and, probably to the bemusement, if not concern of anyone within earshot announced at every opportunity, “I can do the buttons up!”



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