I think the most ridiculous item of clothing I ever wore was probably an Afghan coat. It weighed a tonne, smelt to high heaven and, unless you were expecting sub-zero temperatures, was unbearably hot and itchy. Mine never lost its distinctive smell. My mum bought it for me. I don’t know where she bought it from, but I think she lived to regret it. The only thing it had going for it was the lovely embroidery along every edge of the coat, including the cuffs.
I never for a moment imagined how offensive it must have been to others around me. Mine was a midi length one too, so plenty of fur radiating that distinctive odour. What were we thinking ?
Viv.