Hermit week is over for now, and as usual I am burdened with absurd and impossible wants. There are certain things, of course, that I want all the time, with a kind of professional efficiency. Like pie. I want pie so much right now, with such well-oiled zeal, that I barely even have to think about it. It’s not that I necessarily want to eat pie, just this second. It’s just always better to have some pie on hand, ready for when I do.
Jackets are another thing I want professionally. They are the most transformative item of clothing, maybe. They are like armour. And actually, this one also is armour. And I want it – did I mention?
And this isn’t one of those fantasyish things that I’d feel foolish walking around in. I think it would look damned awesome, and very nearly normal, with a t-shirt and jeans. Am I going batty? I don’t think I am.
This jacket is really just a photo from an Eyewitness Medieval Life book that I dearly love. I know, these books are made for babies, but they are handy and visually well-organized, and I plunder this one endlessly. Anyway, look at it. Look at how the quilting has picked up the dirt. And the little leather lace fasteners. Don’t even get me started on how many tiny mewling baby kittens I would sacrifice to own a perfect recreation of this (clean canvas, though, so that I could filth it up myself).