Dear Lorraine ....

Dear Lorraine

The recent trencheries contain a great number of fabulous and very inspiring pictures. It is really thrilling to be confronted with such a beautiful model in a genuine white trench, so wonderfully buttoned-up and tightly belted ( but not too much, though !).

What is it, Lorraine, in those pictures which makes us meltdown and feel so comforted ??

I am greatly appreciating your efforts.

Best wishes for the New Year.

As always, yours,

Henry.

Oh Henry I don't know whether there is an interesting answer to your question - but the meltdown happens for some of us and what a wonderful thing that it does!

Thrilled to bits you visit and find these lovely things!

L

Often visit your site, today I saw for the first time the red sou' wester foto ...WONDERFUL!

Mal

Hi Mal

Great to know you join us from time to time. Rubber sou'westers are for more of us in this part of the world if this January is anything to go by. And nice long rubber macs like Helena's, with the belt really tight around your waist. Ready for anything then - Including Miss Mulcahy and you're late?

L

Dear Lorraine

I am fascinated by your site, and am especially interested in the number of women who are obviously attracted to it, since it is still received wisdom in psychiatry, the branch of medicine that I practice, that fetishism is almost exclusively a male phenomenon.

I bought by first mac when I was a third year medical student in Birmingham. It was a powder blue Danimac and at once attracted lots of looks. Once, when a group of students were attending one of our local hospitals for a tutorial, I went back to the cloak room to get something out of my mac pocket to find one of my male colleagues with his face buried in the folds of the rubber lining. The poor boy was so embarrassed that he fled and couldn't bring himself to talk to me for months afterwards.

I met my husband at medical school. I had been very attracted to him for a long time - we didn't 'fancy' people in those far off days - and although I wouldn't say that I enticed him with my mac, it certainly added to my allure, and he was noticeably more amorous when I was wearing it. Rubber macs have been a prominent part of our love life ever since and even now, when the poor old boy's libido is not what it was, I can always reckon on getting a response when I wear one of our collection of mackintoshes!

Keep up the good work, Lorraine.

Nicola

Hi Nicola

What an interesting letter! Thank you so much.

I think the main point you note though is pretty problematic - I think lots of people who send me things over girls' names are having a bit of fun!

I do think if the world isn't quite as you would like it you should exploit the wonderful human prediliction for weaving stories to create an improved version - for yourself and anybody else who wants to join in. It's like playing bears, I suppose.

For my own part, it's an acquired taste, which I think happens sometimes, maybe to people who are generally 'open to suggestion' -? I feel it could have been something else, if I had met a different person at that particular time. But that is not what the men I have talked to say - for them they can hardly imagine anything else!

I wonder, do you find hospitals are sort of playgrounds for those of us with a rubber/mackintosh interest? People have said to me they must be (I think: must have been before plastic swept everything before it - and created, probably, a different kind of habitat).

Thank you so much for writing. I am certainly doing my very best to 'keep it up'...

Best wishes

Lorraine

Often visit your site, today I saw for the first time the red sou' wester foto ...WONDERFUL!

Mal

Hi Mal

Great to know you join us from time to time. Rubber sou'westers for more of us in this part of the world if this January is anything to go by. And nice long rubber macs like Helena's, with the belt really tight around your waist. Ready for anything then - Including Miss Mulcahy and you're late?

L

Dear Lorraine

A scene that comes vividly to my mind is of a summer morning in west Somerset in the mid 1940s. We were in the car heading for Taunton, the sun was shining and its rays shone on a figure walking towards us. It turned out to be a lady dressed in a plastic transparent cape fully done up, and the lady looking very pleased with herself. After we had passed her I glanced back and the plastic simply shone in the sun. I wondered why she had her cape on when the day was so bright. A few days later I spotted her in Williton and it was a dull day and she was wearing her cape with her arms going in and out at intervals. She evidently wore it whatever the weather.

Years later, on the day of my driving test - getting in practice - I was driving along the sea front when I saw a lady sitting on the wall  reading a newspaper. It had been raining but now the sun was out but she had kept on her lovely air force blue cape.  

Just goes to prove that women love wearing macs when it isn't raining.

John

Hi John

I'm afraid your passion is leading you astray here. Your evidence, interesting as it is, supports only the conclusion that some women like wearing macs even though it isn't raining: in fact that two of them do.

I'm sorry to say that there is also evidence that some women don't ... In fact, probably, all the others!

For many of us having to wear a mac when it's hot is a cruel and unusual punishment! - not to say from time to time we aren't made to...

Thank you for writing!

LE.

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