Saturday, December 31, 2011

Scratchy Aunt Coat
















Did you have any Great Aunts? I had a bunch of them - and I only ever met the ones on my mother's side. One of them had been a flapper, Aunt Alyce, and she taught me the Charleston. Lovely woman. There was Aunt Laurel, who we visited at Lake Havasu, in the days when it was just a small desert town on a lake - before the town bought the actual London Bridge, you know, from the "Falling down" nursery rhyme. One time, she asked me how I liked my bacon. I figured this was purely an intellectual exercise. It never occurred to me that she would attempt to make bacon specially for me. I told her that bacon was best fully cooked so the fat was a little crispy but the pink part was still soft - not too hard. That's still how I like it, although now I try to just eat the pink part and remove as much of the fat as possible. But my point - and I do have one - is that one of the coats that is in the running for inclusion in the Paris trip wardrobe, is one I chose specially for it Great Aunt quality - it's very scratchy. I got it at the Goodwill and it was quite expensive by Goodwill standards. I have to wear it with turtlenecks. And every time I hug someone, I explain the old aunt connection which they totally get. It's so comforting. It's also very warm. The next coat is a brown down number. It has great zippered pockets with flannel lining. It is brown and limits my scarf choices. It's warmer than the scratchy aunt coat, and it also zips shut. My last picture is of the coat I have taken for the last 10+ years. It has a wool flannel liner, buttons up the front, and has deep pockets. This is the coat that I was wearing in London last year, when I got Pickpocketted. Not a problem, since I always assume that I will get my pockets picked in London, but freaky, since I knew these two guys were probably Pickpockets, and they still got me to take my hands out to gesture and then got my small folded map (the only thing in my pockets) while my hands were out. So does this look like an expensive coat, or did they target me because it is so long and out of date, that they figured I was too clueless to protect my valuables? I am leaning toward the Scratchy Aunt Coat, if only for sentimental reasons.

7 comments:

  1. the scratchy coat looks perfectly appropriate for such a trip, but I would probably wear the third one. Is Paris known for pickpockets?

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  2. I had two great aunts that I knew - and many more that I never did, sadly. They visited us in OKC from Shreveport and Ft Lauderdale and they were both crazy fun, though my Grandmother was always known as the 'wild' sister - definitely a flapper who spoke her mind all her life. Scary woman she was, but we loved each other loads. I just learned last year that my Dad was adopted, through some possibly well meaning but ignorant person on Ancestry.com. I don't believe he ever knew. It explained a lot about why I didn't know his aunts and uncles up in Minnesota - they all knew he was adopted of course. Families are funny, aren't they?

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  3. Oh yeah. The other thing I was going to mention about Paris. I would choose a coat for the weather or for packing (though you are likely to wear it most of the time if it is cold, except for on the plane of course) more than for pick pockets. Inside pockets are useful if you don't want to carry a purse. The only time I've experienced theft was when in Amsterdam with a group from the running club. Joyce, who was in her 60s (and a great runner still) had the habit of slinging her open bag over her shoulder, positively an invitation. Even after her billfold was taken and we spent half a day phoning her daughter to take care of cancelling credit cards, etc., she still left her bag open. Just common sense I think should be sufficient, unless you're going to hang out in some really rough area (Rue St Denis is good for some laughs...).

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  4. Hey Terri! Paris isn't as worrying as London or Amsterdam, but if you look too American, they seem to think that you are asking for it. Backpacks are very inviting. I usually wear a small crossbody bag under my coat.

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  5. Hi Shelley - I must wonder how Ancestry.com knew he was adopted? Was he your grandmother's son and got adopted by her new husband? (I also missed one half of my relatives by choice of my parents and have always wondered why.) I admit that I never cared much about tracing my roots until we moved here last year. It seems to be the thing to do with my new friends, so after I'm done with all my traveling, I'm going to start digging. (Ireland in April.)
    You're right about the coat, of course. I love your running club stories. Rue St Denis, huh?

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  6. I try to just eat the pink part and remove as much of the fat as possible

    You are a bad bacon eater!

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  7. Class factotum, you are so right! Or maybe I'm Canadian? (Not really.)

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