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!”


Heh.

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