We give thanks to St. Margaret of Scotland, Patron Saint of reading and, we suppose, protectress of subway riders who miss their stop cause they're engrossed in their book. This very morning, I discovered, miraculously, my new coat has an interior pocket exactly the right size for a paperback book. If the salesman yesterday had only pointed out this feature, I would have been able to stop trying on jackets and shout "SOLD" and save us both a lot of time.
Here endeth the tale of Margaret, saint and holy woman.
O Lucky Man! Where I live, sadly, there is neither public transport nor the need for jackets, but all I have to do is recall my halcyon days on the A in New York to know what a treasure you've found.
ReplyDeleteSuch a shame more women's jacket's don't have concealed book pockets.
ReplyDeleteDominus Nabisco!!! :)
ReplyDeleteP.S. Happy Halloween!!
And what were you reading that had to be concealed in lambskin, my son?
ReplyDeleteOh honey, when I read the title, my mind went to a different Maggie. . .
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ReplyDeletei hope you are reading a trashy paperback to put in that pocket!
ReplyDeleteand in the words of cheech and chong:oh feely me bony belly,st.dominic sells all his dominos.
ReplyDeleteBook-sized pockets are a great and wonderful thing and everyone needs more of them. When I shop for a new purse, my one absolute requirement is that it be capacious enough to hold a book.
ReplyDeleteWhat?! No 'murse' for your dog-eared copy of "Valley of The Dolls?"
ReplyDelete'Sparkle, Neeley, sparkle...'