clothing rant

hairyears loaned me his strokey new jacket on the way to the station, because I was cold. It doesn't fit me, on account of my being rather bigger than he is, but it wasn't pulling at the shoulders or anything so I wore it undone. What a beautifully made garment. Even though it doesn't fit it was comfortable and felt balanced and secure and wonderful. I want one. In a deep purple/wine colour, or black, of course; the hunter green really doesn't suit me at all. But something like that - durable, comfortable, reasonably warm without being too hot, not too too smart but beautifully fitted... would be wonderful, really. ( more blathering on about clothing )

But enough ranting. I sleep now.