I have a navy blue woollen coat that belonged to my grandfather. He had it made while he was on a naval post in London in 1934. I know this because the date and manufacturer are printed on a tag inside one of the pockets.
The coat is double breasted, falls to the mid-calf and is lined with a thick, shiny viscose. It fits me almost perfectly. I’ve worn it to important meetings in London, around Paris during fashion week and at home in Melbourne. Every time I put it on, it never fails to amaze me that the fabric of this almost 90-year-old coat is in impeccable condition.
