Aha, trenchcoat

I’m still watching the Highlander, in what is probably my most epic TV series marathon yet. I’m halfway through Season 3. We meet Methos soon. I’m excited about that (I was always fond of that character).

So, anyway, this has brought back a number of nostalgic memories from my youth, specifically my young teenaged self, who had a few quirks (I have lots more now; I’ve been working on them since then). I went to the Highland Games every year. I was interested in Wicca. I had stuff that had Celtic knots on it. I had this obsession with owning a leather trenchcoat.

Before re-watching the Highlander, I was completely mystified by 16-year-old me. Why in the world would I like those things (they’re not really things I’m interested in now)? Especially the trenchcoat. What? A trenchcoat? Seriously? Why would I write a fanfiction spanning two entire notebooks?

Now it’s all coming back to me. I also recall that I looked at Bud K catalogs quite a bit.

So the really great story, the one that gets me laughing at myself every time, is that during this period, a friend of my mom’s had a boyfriend who was totally the closest thing I was ever going to get to Duncan McLeod in small-town Arkansas. He had a motorcycle-painting business. He had a black belt in something (I don’t remember what exactly, but he had fancy moves, nonetheless). He owned several swords, which he would display if you asked. He taught us tai chi. And he had a duster (hey, it’s not a trenchcoat but it’s long and flappy and shut up  I was 16 okay). He was so cool to hang out with, especially that one time when there was a tornado warning and he went all defensive-like and made us hide in the closet while he “secured the house.” His motorcycle was the first (and last) one I ever rode (nobody told me that a. shorts were a bad idea because b. the tailpipe gets very hot and c. if you touch it you will get a really nasty burn).

Man, 16-year-old me was a silly git.

Nowadays, I am still in love with the show, but in a different way. I eventually acquired a trenchcoat (a very nice silk one), which I wore in college a lot and still have in my closet. I was a fencer in the SCA for a while. I’ve moved on to being totally interested in India. And I completely get why I find my husband even more attractive when he wears a henley t-shirt and really light-colored jeans with engineer boots.

I draw the line at a mullet, though.

About HappyGoth

By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish. I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob. Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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2 Responses to Aha, trenchcoat

  1. Mouse says:

    When you put it that way.. Highlander totally explains a lot of my weird quirks. (I also was a fencer, pagan, obsessed with ren faires & totally dated a guy who looked like a fair replica of Duncan Macleod but without the accent) The trench coat that still hangs in my closet though is totally a product of “The Lost Boys”… I can’t blame that one on ‘highlander’.

    • HappyGoth says:

      Oh, no. Mine is the Highlander, all the way (though I adore the Lost Boys). I got the trenchcoat out this morning and put it on. It fits nicely and doesn’t look too weird (there’s a trench trend in fashion at the moment, I think), so it may get some use this spring. If I can stop feeling silly about it.

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