Yesterday I took a trip to Manchester’s German markets: an activity which has become somewhat of a tradition over the past few Christmases. I know what some of you may be thinking, and my retort would be “it’s never early to begin celebrating Christmas.” If I had it my way, every single day of the year would be Christmas, and I’d spend my existence in a quaint gingerbread cottage nestled away in a forest somewhere, regardless of the obvious links to Hansel and Gretel. Anyway, it seems I’ve diverged on a tangent. On my visit to the markets I spent the day swathed in this stunning beige wool coat, and boy did it keep me snug! “Where did you purchase such a beauty?”, I hear you cry. The answer to your niggling question is- drum roll please- Primark! I was shocked myself to find a garment of such quality and aesthetic splendour buried among the disorderly, clothes-strewn racks of Primark. It reminds me of something that a certain Miss Chung would throw on when gallivanting around New York City, during another day of epitomising perfection.
Hugs and kisses, Sarah xo
