Disaster!
About a year and a half ago I invested in an amazing Dark Angel coat. It was nothing too flashy, just a long, black wool affair with purple silk taffeta lining and... oh, who am I kidding, I loved the coat. It was a good £150 investment as we all know Dark Angel clothing is next to indestructible. I swear, it's like Terminator 2, the damn stuff just gets up and re-forms. I still have two lacy tops I bought about three years ago that are wearable!!
Anyway, I bought it, and I knew I would only be able to wear it with the highest heels and the coldest weather, but I didn't mind. I don't often wear my gothy gear these days - spend far too much time with the kids, and I'd rather not be stared at at the moment. It was a great coat. It still is a great coat. Only I'm now officially too thin to get away with it.
For most women this would be good news - being thin is of course every woman's raison d'être these days. It is good news, I hated being an 18, and getting back down to a 14/16 is basically what I want. What I didn't want was not being able to wear my lovely, long coat!
I put it on to walk to the store with Nikki on Thursday, I had a short dress on, and had put a huge hole in my stockings so was wearing socks. I looked a bit like a cross between Pipi Longstocking and Emily Strange with red hair. In blue. It was an odd outfit, and would have caused a giggle in itself, but what was more amusing was the fact the coat was about two sizes too big. I could have probably fit Silvana in it with me! I gave it a tug to demonstrate this fact, and ended up with enough spare coat to create one of those huge belts (underbust to hip) that seem to be in fashion at the moment.
So, there I was, coat two sizes too big and three inches too long.
So the damed thing is off to the dry cleaners at some point, then getting the ends chopped off, then I'll decide whether I'm going to keep it for when I have babies (though I'd probably need triplets to have a belly big enough to fit in it again), sell it, or give it to some deserving cause. Like "Big Goths who can't afford coats".
And that was day three of "How much weight I lost by doing fuck all". And now all my female friends hate me.
xx
Fe