I own a green coat
I own a green coat. It's not perfect, but it's mine and it does it's job just fine. I had to sew the pockets the first week I used it. They were ripped and all my belongins slipped out through the holes. I nearlly lost my wallet once. But since then it's been working smoothly. It's a quirky little coat. Once, in fashion, now... Not. Most of the times it would appear as an old green rag. Maybe that's the fault of it's faded color. I think it would be right to describe it as a forlorn coat, at least by the looks of it. And every surface and situation it has been involved in. Ah, but at the end of the day I hang it up with infinite care. I put it on when September reaches its end, or a little bit far ahead, if it's a warm year. And I don't take it off until the end of May. It protects me from the cold, from the wind and from the rain. It would protect me against the snow if we were to have snow here. It has a detachable wool-like lining. I