It’s true; I can’t live without the trench coat.
All trench coats, any trench coats.
I like them longer, shorter and anywhere in-between and I wear them open or done up. The belt is easiest tied in a bow. Trench coats and I go way, way back; my Dad always wore one and I guess I got the habit from him.
The latest and maybe my favourite of all is the new raincoat from Burberry – it’s a trench with more protection against the elements than ever and plus it has a hood, which I love. (I never get my hair wet if I can help it and don’t be deceived by the photographs – three drops of rain and it is a grey frizzy mess.) I found this one at Bloomingdale’s – another one of my online destinations and favourite department stores.
It’s a sentimental attachment, having first visited Bloomingdale’s in New York when I was a wide-eyed and inquisitive 20-year-old girl with a passion for fashion. I might be less wide-eyed now but I am still enamoured with them. Can you believe my first little handbag, bought all those years ago in the downstairs department of Bloomingdale’s, is still one of the best? I’ll never forget my excitement over, “the little brown bag’.
My daughter, her sweetest pup Marloe and me were in the countryside figuring out the interior details for her new cottage. Much of the time I struggled to sneak M’s attention away from her towards me and the rest we chose wallpaper, paint colours and bathroom fittings; my idea of heaven.
The cottage sits in a row of cottages with the most beautiful vista over rolling farmlands and on the street side, she faces a medieval church. Right out front, there is a red telephone box equipped with a lending library with the give one, choose one, read one and repeat philosophy.
A couple of sweaters did me on top and I walked between a new fancy pair of grey/gold trainers (love these, so comfy and kind of fun with a touch of sparkle) and a pair of mules for the evening.
The beauty of the trench, whatever shade you prefer, is its practicality and ability to dress anything up.
We stayed overnight in one of those deliciously cosy pubs with an open fire, copious amounts of tea and high four-poster beds. I swapped my trainers for the slides and the black pants for jeans – we were ready for a lazy night in front of the fire. The trench came in handy as we did our late night promenade with M. He’s such a cutie but seriously, he only has eyes for his number one.
It would seem the trench, like the hoop earrings, is back in a big way this season. For me, it has been the best travel companion since forever. xv
Can’t Live Without
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