Pockets
Girls - Is there anything as satisfying as buying a new item of clothing and finding it has POCKETS?!
Boys - you're likely to switch off right now aren't you? Come on, be honest with me. You're all like *smug laugh & adopt Michael McIntyre accent* "Ha!" "What's this talk of pockets? We're boys, ALL our clothes come with pockets. This is why we are boys. We were born to have pockets. And use them. Quit with your pocket talk, girl!"
I've always loved a pocket. They're just so handy - and not just for your hands. The trouble I've found, is that there just aren't enough girl clothes with pockets. Useable pockets. Clothing manufacturers must think we girls were born yesterday. They lure us in and tease us with what appears to be a rather splendid looking pocket, or better still, pair of pockets, but, on closer inspection we find we have been duped. You know what I am talking about ladies: fake pockets. A patch. A little square patch of disappointment. Or worse still, a flap, enticing us to raise its fold tentatively, all high expectations of what lies beneath. The elation that came on first glance now suddenly quashed like the hopes of a Brighton seagull discovering those discarded seafront chips have been drowned in chilli sauce.
My favourites are secret pockets. Those not yet to have revealed themselves until such time as the tags are off, first public airing, you're walking out the door and BOOM! I've been know to do a little happy dance on finding such a pleasing surprise.
My favourite such find was that found hidden away inside another pocket. Imagine that! Two for the price of one! In fact there was no price tag on this one, it cost me just one emotionally inspiring 10hr day of volunteering. The aforementioned garment is my 2013 'Team Brighton Marathon' hoodie.
The front pocket on a hoodie or sweatshirt was quite commonly in days gone by, referred to as a muff, but I'll try* to avoid using that on account of the connotations that come with it. Alternatively, as I found out in the course of research for this blog, a front pocket (!) may also be referred to as a Kangaroo Pocket - ahh thats better eh! Fluffy little marsupials boinging their way around the bush (!) paints a much nicer picture. "What's that Skippy? Little Tommy fell down the well?" I digress.
It was a chance encounter, me finding the secret mini pocket, which for ease of reference I will call a Joey. Kangaroo. Baby. Get it? I found a pound coin on the floor as I got out of the car at Sainsburys one day. Little did I know that it was in fact MY pound until, on reaching the trolley train, I reached into my muff to retrieve my trolley coin that I'd for once remembered to bring from its place of safekeeping amongst petrol receipts in the car hidey hole, only to find it gone! What the actual? How on earth could something be there one minute and gone less than a minute later. It was after having a good rummage in my front pocket that Joey was revealed. A little mini pocket-within-a-pocket, itself with a little hole in its bottom. Turns out my shiny copper, zinc & nickel mix of circularity had found its way into Joey and straight out of his bottom, falling as treasure at my feet right there on the car park floor. It wasn't until months later that a fellow marathoner told me Joey's true purpose in life was as an iPod pocket and not somewhere to store an emergency fiver - ha I beat your little sneaky pound swallowing hole, my fiver was safe. Turns out the little hole was in fact to allow for easy transportation back up the inside of your hoodie for your earphones wire. Clever eh!
It's still one of my favourite hoodies and I still use Joey to keep an emergency fiver safe on the occasions I am travelling without handbag. Skippy the Muff has seen better days: maybe going public will force me to get busy with a needle & thread 😃
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Photo pointy credits: Jess & Bailey
Boys - you're likely to switch off right now aren't you? Come on, be honest with me. You're all like *smug laugh & adopt Michael McIntyre accent* "Ha!" "What's this talk of pockets? We're boys, ALL our clothes come with pockets. This is why we are boys. We were born to have pockets. And use them. Quit with your pocket talk, girl!"
I've always loved a pocket. They're just so handy - and not just for your hands. The trouble I've found, is that there just aren't enough girl clothes with pockets. Useable pockets. Clothing manufacturers must think we girls were born yesterday. They lure us in and tease us with what appears to be a rather splendid looking pocket, or better still, pair of pockets, but, on closer inspection we find we have been duped. You know what I am talking about ladies: fake pockets. A patch. A little square patch of disappointment. Or worse still, a flap, enticing us to raise its fold tentatively, all high expectations of what lies beneath. The elation that came on first glance now suddenly quashed like the hopes of a Brighton seagull discovering those discarded seafront chips have been drowned in chilli sauce.
My favourites are secret pockets. Those not yet to have revealed themselves until such time as the tags are off, first public airing, you're walking out the door and BOOM! I've been know to do a little happy dance on finding such a pleasing surprise.
My favourite such find was that found hidden away inside another pocket. Imagine that! Two for the price of one! In fact there was no price tag on this one, it cost me just one emotionally inspiring 10hr day of volunteering. The aforementioned garment is my 2013 'Team Brighton Marathon' hoodie.
The front pocket on a hoodie or sweatshirt was quite commonly in days gone by, referred to as a muff, but I'll try* to avoid using that on account of the connotations that come with it. Alternatively, as I found out in the course of research for this blog, a front pocket (!) may also be referred to as a Kangaroo Pocket - ahh thats better eh! Fluffy little marsupials boinging their way around the bush (!) paints a much nicer picture. "What's that Skippy? Little Tommy fell down the well?" I digress.
It was a chance encounter, me finding the secret mini pocket, which for ease of reference I will call a Joey. Kangaroo. Baby. Get it? I found a pound coin on the floor as I got out of the car at Sainsburys one day. Little did I know that it was in fact MY pound until, on reaching the trolley train, I reached into my muff to retrieve my trolley coin that I'd for once remembered to bring from its place of safekeeping amongst petrol receipts in the car hidey hole, only to find it gone! What the actual? How on earth could something be there one minute and gone less than a minute later. It was after having a good rummage in my front pocket that Joey was revealed. A little mini pocket-within-a-pocket, itself with a little hole in its bottom. Turns out my shiny copper, zinc & nickel mix of circularity had found its way into Joey and straight out of his bottom, falling as treasure at my feet right there on the car park floor. It wasn't until months later that a fellow marathoner told me Joey's true purpose in life was as an iPod pocket and not somewhere to store an emergency fiver - ha I beat your little sneaky pound swallowing hole, my fiver was safe. Turns out the little hole was in fact to allow for easy transportation back up the inside of your hoodie for your earphones wire. Clever eh!
*Pen for visual effect only
It's still one of my favourite hoodies and I still use Joey to keep an emergency fiver safe on the occasions I am travelling without handbag. Skippy the Muff has seen better days: maybe going public will force me to get busy with a needle & thread 😃
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Got a favourite item with pockets? Share the pocket love. Especially if it's a dress. I believe there is a world famine of dresses with pockets!
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Photo pointy credits: Jess & Bailey
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