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Many years ago, when broke, in a fit of deep depression and not in my right mind, I bought a coat in Selfridges that cost me the equivalent of three months salary. I put it on my credit card. To date it is the single most expensive item of clothing I have ever bought.
I put it on whilst on the bus home and wore it a couple of days before I came to my senses and burst into desperate sobbing at what I had done. It would take me about a year to pay for it. I was already broke and in debt and owed thousands on credit.
The coat was a three-quarter length scarlet swing coat made of cashmere, and lined with silk, with a wide red velvet collar which could be turned back and buttoned up against the cold. It was very light but very warm, and could be worn all year.
It fitted my hourglass figure as though it were bespoke because it had a loose tie belt and was generously flared out at the hips. As the years went on, and I grew from a size 14 to a 20, it still fitted me. It was so beautifully made that it never lost its shape and never bobbled.
It was worth every penny I paid, because not only did I look and feel like like a million dollars in it, but the coat lasted me for 35 years. In the end my arms grew too fat for the sleeves, but it was in such good condition that I sold it on ebay for £25.