trench

Eagle-eyed Kristy spotted that, despite my whining on twitter about how I just couldn't find one that fits, I am indeed wearing a trench in this post

The thing is, it doesn't bloody fit. It almost fits*, but it's a 'petite' and despite being a skinny wench, I'm not petite. I'm 5ft7. So the waist of said trench sits up around my ribs, which is seriously uncomfortable. It also doesn't cover my butt and the sleeves are short. Which in my opinion does not a trench make.

("Why the hell did you buy it?" you may well ask, well I needed a jacket to brighten up a funeral outfit and I had all of 20 minutes to buy one. And despite it not really fitting, I kind of like it. But it's not a trench.)

A trench, since you ask, should cover your backside. Or possibly not, if it has full length sleeves. It should also button right up to the throat when necessary. When it is short and it leaves your arms and décolletage bare to the elements it does not make good rainwear, and that, my friends is the raison d'être of a trench. In Scotland at least.

In New York the point was just to stay reasonably warm on the chillier days and not wear grey for the entire trip. And so I wore it lots.

*of course now it doesn't fit me at all. Not one little bit.

{girl plus boots plus bag plus nottrench on the MET steps (yes, I might have been pretending to be Blair Waldorf, what of it?) by N.}