Yellow reversible raincoat
Posted: July 31st, 2023, 4:04 pm
Who wore the yellow reversible raincoat during the '70s/'80s?
Those lovely buttery pvc yellow and navy canvas coats were so popular back then with girls and adults. Not many boys wore them perhaps because of the canary colouring and female looking style.
I was one of those boys in the minority who actually liked them. However, admiring them from afar is one thing, being brought into a Primark store by mother to try one was another issue altogether. Rails of yellow coats brightened the area of the store without the need for artificial lighting.
My mum bought me one along with yellow and navy wellies.
I was 16, thought I was all grown up, but the raincoat and wellies soon brought me back down to the young looking boy I really was. I had to wear them to school with nylon navy rainpants, to town and the local shops.
I secretly loved my yellow coat and my hormonal changes to young adulthood were seemingly suspended ad infinitum as I remained this young looking boy yet to grow up and face the real world.
Perhaps my mum wanted me to retain my boyish innocence and such a coat with obligatory wellies and rainpants restrained me from that natural progression from teenager to adult.
The most embarrassing times was wearing them outdoors in front of friends. I would try to act cool, nonchalant, and carefree. Inside I was so embarrassed as they poked fun at me. I would laugh at their attempted ridicule of me, secretly hoping the ground would open up and swallow me. When wearing outdoors alone I would often feel a bulge in my undies followed a few minutes later by the familiar wetness. It was the thought that did it. Thinking of girls walking alongside me wearing their yellow reversibles too. Don't know if girls got the same sexual thrills as boys did from wearing them.
Standing with my friends was always a challenge. There I would be, the only one of the boys and girls, with my coat zipped up fully and deep hood tied with the chin straps and my hands tucked into the from coat pickets made me feel so secure as the raindrops ran down my coat past my rainpants and wellies.
I wore several of these coats to college and work and always received positive compliments from people, mostly women who either wore one themselves or wished they had one.
Alas, I have not had one for many years but wonder if they will make a welcome reappearance on the high streets. Who knows.
Those lovely buttery pvc yellow and navy canvas coats were so popular back then with girls and adults. Not many boys wore them perhaps because of the canary colouring and female looking style.
I was one of those boys in the minority who actually liked them. However, admiring them from afar is one thing, being brought into a Primark store by mother to try one was another issue altogether. Rails of yellow coats brightened the area of the store without the need for artificial lighting.
My mum bought me one along with yellow and navy wellies.
I was 16, thought I was all grown up, but the raincoat and wellies soon brought me back down to the young looking boy I really was. I had to wear them to school with nylon navy rainpants, to town and the local shops.
I secretly loved my yellow coat and my hormonal changes to young adulthood were seemingly suspended ad infinitum as I remained this young looking boy yet to grow up and face the real world.
Perhaps my mum wanted me to retain my boyish innocence and such a coat with obligatory wellies and rainpants restrained me from that natural progression from teenager to adult.
The most embarrassing times was wearing them outdoors in front of friends. I would try to act cool, nonchalant, and carefree. Inside I was so embarrassed as they poked fun at me. I would laugh at their attempted ridicule of me, secretly hoping the ground would open up and swallow me. When wearing outdoors alone I would often feel a bulge in my undies followed a few minutes later by the familiar wetness. It was the thought that did it. Thinking of girls walking alongside me wearing their yellow reversibles too. Don't know if girls got the same sexual thrills as boys did from wearing them.
Standing with my friends was always a challenge. There I would be, the only one of the boys and girls, with my coat zipped up fully and deep hood tied with the chin straps and my hands tucked into the from coat pickets made me feel so secure as the raindrops ran down my coat past my rainpants and wellies.
I wore several of these coats to college and work and always received positive compliments from people, mostly women who either wore one themselves or wished they had one.
Alas, I have not had one for many years but wonder if they will make a welcome reappearance on the high streets. Who knows.