It is never a good idea to think too highly of our personal style. Good style to one might be a fashion nightmare to another. Take a story about my classic trench coat for instance.
My daughter recently dissed my coat. Granted, I haven’t worn it much myself. Sill, I took a certain pride in owning a long, black, London Fog trench coat. I could still be chic in the rain — or so I thought. She had just bought a new suit for an important interview and I knew she didn’t own a raincoat.
Now I must admit that I have been fantasizing about a knee length Burberry trench. It’s the style that you can buy used for $500 on Ebay. I told myself that the trench I have might still work or even be updated. What if I took it to the tailor and asked them to sew in an updated lining? Maybe take the length up? Add a second row of buttons and we could call it a designer hybrid — a Fogberry perhaps.
When my daughter put the trench coat on, she burst into laughter. I hadn’t really thought about how the red details on the black gave a vampirish look to it. We’re just past the Halloween season, so perhaps our minds were getting carried away with us. Still, the coat was far from being an understated beige trench with a soft, brown plaid liner.
I’m having good fun with a coat from around 1980. Is it fair to speak so unjustly about a coat of 35 years? The lining is a bright red material as well. Good thing it hadn’t been zipped in when I offered to share the coat!
As she belted the coat and she gave out a great belly laugh, I couldn’t be offended. I remember other times that she has pulled some similarly outdated items and asked me to reconsider. Before one move, I must have donated one-third of the clothes I thought were still hip.
So, in summary, it’s occasionally a good thing to have another perspective on the wearable art we call clothing. We don’t need to arrive in coats that look like we’ve been on holiday to Transylvania!
Vintage is anothser word used for old, and someimes chic. Sometimes it is fun to relive old experiences and our old clothes trigger good memories. Maybe vintage is a pile destined for the charity bin!
With the laughs behind, the creative inside of me is tempted to transform this coat. Call me cheap or sentimental. I’m a minimalist and a pragmatist who hates waste. It might just be good fun and a great experience to transform it. Wish me luck on the Fogberry theme here in Flanneland. Just don’t hold your breath!
Oh, and if any fashion wannabees have an idea, please share it here on the site. It’s all good fun and a way to relax!