My mum recently revealed to me that she’s been harbouring a vintage Burberry trench in her wardrobe which she’d bought way back in her twenties, over 30 years ago. I’m a massive trench lover but have never found one that fitted me properly or suited me, until she got hers out of the wardrobe.
Apart from a couple of marks it still looks box perfect. It’s absolutely beautiful. It has the classic lining, the deepest pockets I’ve ever found – there’s nothing I love more than a good pocket – and surprisingly, fits me perfectly. Which is weird seeing as mum is about 5ft shorter than me. It’s too long for my mum now – she’s clearly shrunk – so she’s lovingly handed it on to me to look after, which is a tremendous responsibility.
For it’s first outing, I teamed it with a ginormous faux-fur scarf and my red glitter boots and I couldn’t have felt any happier. The ladies in my office made me twirl and twirl and couldn’t get enough of its beauty when they saw it. You can see the snap on my Instagram feed here.
For its second outing it seemed appropriate to pair it with my ripped mom jeans, oversize white tee, Whistles heels and ginormous faux fur scarf.
While I’m not entirely sure I suit pale camel, the faux fur helps me pull this look off. I like the structure it brings to an outfit, the feeling of having a crisp collar turned up or the sleeves ruched up at the elbows where you’ve pushed them outta the way. It’s also longer than any coat I own.
There’s something quite magical about getting your hands on an item as infamous as this. It makes me stand a little taller every time I wear it.
I’m taking as much care with this trench as I would with a child, it’s effectively now my baby and hangs on its own Burberry hanger in the spare bedroom so I can look at it constantly.
And mum, you know you’ll never get it back, right?!