Gadzooks, Batman, what are we to do?
I get in the door and, holding on the wall for balance, I move as fast as my Mama Cass legs will carry me. In the bedroom, I shuck off my shirt first. Then, the suspenders come off the shoulders and my pants and shorts drop. Finally, socks are off. I am suddenly naked. Buck naked. I don't like to expose myself, even here on the blog, so I immediately reach for my housecoast.
My magic housecoat. My indestructable wonderful housecoat. It truly is magical. When it is on, no harm can come my way, no bad vibes can penetrate it, no spells or incantations can reach me. The phone goes off. The door isn't answered. The world is held entirely at bay. Wrapping it around me I suddenly feel an incredible peace.
This, my magic housecoat, has lasted from our house in Quebec, our place up by Barrie and now our home here in Toronto. It has never failed me. Some days I work it hard. Some days, after rough days, I stay indoors wrapped up in magical layers, and never set foot outside. Those days, it works hard.
So imagine my horror. I grabbed my housecoat and wrapped it round me. I came and sat here at the computer and when I sat down I felt cold, really cold, metal on my right side. I reached down and found that there is a hole in my housecoat. I felt, first, shock, second, sadness, third, vulnerable. I felt like Spiderman (the cool comic one not the wimpy movie one) with a hole in his super suit.
I can't sew.
I am not crafty.
So I took my stapler and fixed the hole.
My house coat, magical though it is, deserves better ... unfortunately it got me. I'll have to do. Besides my stapler is nearly full.
Dearest gentle readers on this ICLW (international comment leaving week) do you have any magical clothes that you wear to ward off evil spirits and wicked wishes?