I’ve already gotten caught off guard by one rainstorm this season. So besides pulling out my sweaters from their trunk this weekend I also decided it was time to give another protective layer to my old oil cloth coat. I bought this antiquated piece new in Scotland a few years back and have enjoyed the fantasy that goes with wearing it ever since (It goes something like… I’m headed out for a little inspection of the estate and perhaps a walk on the Moore, jolly good, then back in time for a nip of tea!) All I had to do was sit down with my honey and a movie, project in hand… By the end of the flick my lovely coat was not the only thing that was renewed. My poor dry gardeners hands were too. I’d forgotten I loved the coat not just for the fantasy that I lived a country manor life but also the reality that hands working outdoors need softening and protection.
Needless to say, my Barbour takes good care of me.
In a town apparently devoted to Gortex Seattle actually has a longer history with oil cloth. Filson’s is our local version of Barbour, and is where I go for tins of oil and outdoorsy accessories.