A date with Sarah-Kate; Kate’s home truths

Win­ter has a side-split­ting ef­fect on Sarah-Kate

Woman’s Day (NZ) - - What A Week -

Spring, where have you been all my life? We were dy­ing of win­ter fa­tigue out here. We needed your longer days, warmer tem­per­a­tures, fluffy lambs and joy­ful daf­fodils.

Win­ter felt like it had been go­ing on for years. I don’t think I’ve ever worn my coat so much and I know for a fact it has had enough of me. In one sin­gle day, three but­tons popped off, one af­ter the other, like a car­toon.

Don’t laugh. I could’ve taken some­one’s eyes out – and still had a but­ton to spare in case Cy­clops came around the cor­ner also in need of blind­ing.

It was a cold day and I couldn’t imag­ine spend­ing much of it with­out my trusted outer layer done up to the very top, so find­ing my­self with­out nee­dle and thread, I took it to a shop and paid some­one $12 to sew the but­tons back on again.

(Hang around me for long enough and your con­fi­dence in the econ­omy will start swelling in no time.)

The coat is get­ting on in years, but I’m very keen on it be­cause it was bought in a half-price sale from the Diane von Fursten­berg shop in the Meat Pack­ing District in New York when the Gin­ger and I went there for Christ­mas many moons ago.

I’m very at­tached to it, fig­u­ra­tively and lit­er­ally, but it drives him crazy that I get emo­tion­ally in­volved with my clothes. The para­chute suit I bought in Syd­ney in 1984! The cheer­lead­ing jacket from LA later that decade! The maxi kilt from Ed­in­burgh! So what if I never wear any of them be­cause they smell funny and quite pos­si­bly look funny?

The coat’s dif­fer­ent be­cause I do wear it, but that drives him crazy too, mostly be­cause it’s ac­tu­ally quite hard to get on and off again.

In­deed, the rea­son it was so cheap in the first place was be­cause it weighs ap­prox­i­mately 10 ki­los. Skinny New York­ers try­ing to lift it off the hanger no doubt crum­pled to the floor be­neath its heft and lay there dy­ing. Me, I saw the “50% off” sign and just put my back into it, in ev­ery sense.

As for the but­tons, I can’t re­ally blame Diane von Fursten­berg be­cause the truth is that I have a lit­tle eat­ing con­di­tion in the cooler weather – that is, I can’t stop! For rea­sons that have no ba­sis what­so­ever in sci­ence, I’m rav­en­ous by morn­ing tea time, be­side my­self at lunch and roar­ing down to the bun shop come 3pm to ward off my bot­tom­less-pit syn­drome. And that’s all be­fore my predin­ner snack.

I’m sure I don’t pack any­where near so much in over the sum­mer, but it’s so long since I had a sum­mer, I ac­tu­ally can’t re­mem­ber.

All I know is that the waist­bands are tight and the but­tons are fly­ing.

But now that spring is sprung, maybe I can push old faith­ful to the back of the cup­board and start think­ing about morn­ing beach walks, leafy trees, sweet-smelling jon­quils, open win­dows and out­side ta­bles.

May your arms soon be sleeve­less and your cho­co­late brown­ies a spe­cial treat, not a daily oc­cur­rence.

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