Rainbow Coats.

Even though Mud Boy tries very hard to convince me that I don't need a whole range of coats in every material, length and colour under the sun - I know that I do, and being so utterly convinced of this fact often makes us at logger heads about the simple fact of exactly how many coats a girl actually needs in her wardrobe. Mud Boy says three coats at the most. I say as many as will possibly squeeze in my wardrobe until it's time to get a much larger or even two wardrobes. I really don't think we shall ever agree on this simple fact of life.
Which means, that yes you've guessed it I am on the hunt for several new coats. I know the word several may seem rather vague, but I would like a green velvet coat - but it has to be the right shade of green (more Granny Smith apple than courgette), a burgundy coat (Mud Boy hastens to point out that I already own a red coat, yes, but red is not burgundy - there is a huge colour difference), and a mustard coat (not custard, canary or banana yellow but mustard - think Colman's). That's all I'm looking for coat wise this season. Just the three. I may only find one, but I am hunting for three. Each has to be a different style and material.
Mud Boy just rolls his eyes in his head like something from the Exorcist and carries on polishing his beloved guitar, of which I might add he has more than one of. Are they not the same I ask you? He likes guitars, I like clothes - this season it's coats to be precise. Same difference to me. x