My Favourite Coat

This a piece of writing from Term 1. At that time we were writing about our favourite clothing. I really enjoyed writing about this because I really did adore this coat. I found it hard to take a picture of it, but I ended up holding it up with a coat hanger.

I remember wearing my Spanish white coat. It was like Cruella De Vil’s spotless coat, bouncing up and down, and floating gracefully. It was soft, and smelt like laundry detergent mixed with  fresh air. It had snuggly sleeves just like a fleece blanket. It had a black velvet ribbon that clipped in the middle with a button. It was finished off with  pearly, white, iridescent, buttons. I wore it every time  we went to church, or any special occasion, you would see me wearing it. I always felt like a sophisticated model from Haute Couture Fashion show wearing it.

I remember the day when my mum pulled it out of my drawer and told me it was too small. I was determined to change her mind so I put it on.
“ Yup, it fits!” I insisted. But no matter what, I couldn’t change her mind.
The ends of the sleeves were up to my elbows, and the long coat now came above my knees. I was mad and disappointed. I just couldn’t believe this was the end of the memories that lived inside my spotless Cruella De Vil coat.