Four years ago, this jacket screamed to me in the store window at Anthropologie. I stopped and turned to the ladies I was with and said, "That is my jacket." I ran in the store and unseen forces led me directly to it. I tried the jacket on and bought it. I might have called Ryan, my brand new husband, somewhere in between, but that was only to inform him that I was making a great investment. No no could talk me out of getting it.
Since then I have quit a job, obtained a new job, graduated from college, retired for a few years, moved across the country, had a baby and spent almost two years as a mom. And I still don the jacket frequently. I have never worn an item of clothing so many times. There are permanent wrinkles at the elbows and I have replaced almost every button, but it is in pretty good shape for the battles I put it through.
Every few months I clean my closet out and throw out as many clothes as I possibly can so I can whine to Ryan, "I have noooo clothes. I HAVE to go shopping." I'm pretty good at ridding my life of old clothes. But I think I might just keep this jacket until it screams at one of my daughters or granddaughters.
Until then I'm looking for a new investment. Some Christian Louboutin pumps maybe? Ryan?