To these words I received a blank face. I raised an eyebrow. Still nothing. ‘The jacket’ I persisted, ‘my new jacket’. T managed to look scared, confused and bored simultaneously. ‘I have no idea what you’re talking about’.
Sometimes you just need your gal friends.
So yeah, I realised a long time ago that I was lacking a jacket of any description. Coats I’m up to my neck in (literally), but I didn’t have a single jacket for those in betweeny winter to spring transition days. Well I obviously couldn’t let a gaping chasm like that exist in my wardrobe and so I set about conducting my usual five-month long research initiative to look for the prefect specimen. I saw this jacket ages ago but when I went back to buy it, it was sold out! Nooooooooooooooooooooo! The sheer misery of it. Not one to take defeat lightly I checked back near enough daily for the next two months, but because it had been on sale I wasn’t holding out much hope. Eventually, I was a few clicks away from purchasing a similar but infinitely inferior version at three times the price when I paused and thought ‘just one last check’. Praise Saturn and the stars, there it was! Restocked in every size and bloody lovely. In one tap of a verification code, it was mine.
I’m going to be living in this jacket for a while, I just loves it. Part modern Goth, part 1930s explorer. Perfection in a jacket. So, the moral of the story is that it pays to be a stubborn bugger sometimes.