Little Red Riding Hood

Am I the only one who basically invents the perfect THING in my head and fixates on it so much that there is absolutely no way that it could ever exist because it’s so specific and amazing and, well, perfect? Well, I do this all the time. Like with my perfect coat. Two years ago I wrote (and drew) about the perfect little red coat with a nipped in waist and a full skirt and I sighed because it would never be mine. And... okay, I can’t really think of another example right now because I’m still on the coat. It would be so perfect, you guys. Look at the drawing! Look at it!


I could run around all winter in this and I would look so jazzy. SO JAZZY. I could creep up on people and they would think I was the midget from Don’t Look Now! OH HOW WE WOULD LAUGH. And I could spin around and it would be all red! And people would say ‘You’ve got red on you’ and I would say ‘I KNOW IT IS MY JAZZY COAT’. Basically my dream, right. An awesome quote and movie references. But no. No one ever makes the dream coat because it’s the DREAM coat. For it to exist would just be... impossible.

OR WOULD IT.




AHHHH IT’S THE PERFECT COAT YOU GUYS IT’S THE PERFECT COAT. Miss Selfridge have made it! They’ve made it and they don’t even KNOW that it’s the perfect coat, they were just like ‘Hey you guys, red’s in this year, let’s make a coat and stuff!’ YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW MISS SELFRIDGE. YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW.

Anyway, I’m going to buy this OBVIOUSLY as soon as I have a spare £79. BECAUSE IT IS AMAZING.

PS: I make no apologies for all the capslocking in this post. If I’d had my way it would have been all in capslock. CONSIDER YOURSELF LUCKY.