I’ve talked about this old red coat before but it’s a heavy coat, lined with some kind of fleece/furry like stuff that’s super warm. Chad was in middle school and we bought it at Abercrombie in Evansville, Indiana. I don’t even know why I bought it because Abercrombie was usually out of my price range but . . we bought it and why he chose red . . I’ll never know.
He wore it a year, maybe two if I insisted and he was done with it. He’s been out of high school for going on 15 years so the jacket has to be at least 20 years old and it still looks new. And, it’s machine washable! I love that too.
Since I keep everything, I still have it. It’s probably not waterproof but it is water resistant. I loved it when dealing with the chickens because the sleeves are super long and I didn’t have to wear gloves because my hands stay up inside the sleeves. I could stretch my hands out, get the eggs and not have to wear gloves (which would get yucky if I had a dirty egg) or if I was walking the dog, my hands, while holding the leash, were way up inside those warm sleeves.
Of course, I look like a homeless person with a huge, oversized coat on so I decided not to bring it to MO. I thought . . I no longer live in the woods. I need to dress like a civilized person . . til yesterday morning. I went out with Rita in the drizzle with just a light fleece jacket and I was freezing and wishing for that red jacket.
I started to call Vince and ask him to bring it if he saw but then I couldn’t even remember if I had donated it or where it might be so I figured he has enough on his plate without having to search for something I thought I didn’t want and now want.
Yesterday evening I was unpacking some of the boxes he had packed, trying to get the downstairs family room in order and guess what he had used for packing material to cushion some things he packed! That red jacket. I was so happy to find that thing. When I told him about it he said he didn’t even remember what he had used for packing . . he was searching for anything to top off those boxes. He had used bath towels, some of his jeans and that red jacket.
Who would think finding an old, not very attractive winter coat would make me so happy? I’m never getting rid of that jacket! But that’s exactly why I never get rid of anything. As soon as I do, I wish I had it back. I would be so sad if I had gotten rid of that red coat.