The Mystery And The Mayhem Of The Blazer

voltee ♦ September 18, 2010 ♦ 3 Comments

Item:  Blazer    Color:  Brown Pinstripe    Designer:  Max Studio    Where Purchased:   Marshall’s      Years Owned: 5

Ok, everyone.  Here it is.  The last item up for your consideration before I make my first round of eliminations.  Please make help me out, and try to get some more people to vote tomorrow!  I will be making decisions starting at 10pm.  And I’d truly love as much feedback as I can possible get before I decide anything.

In other news, what a wonderful start to the weekend!  This evening was filled with friends I don’t see nearly enough, tons of laughter, mostly appropriate, a few good healthy scares, and cats in costumes.  Delightful, all around.

This was one of those nights when I didn’t really feel inspired by any particular garment; and I had decided, since Labor Day Weekend, that I’m not a fan of writing about clothes I wore that very evening.  So to the box I went, and selected “Jacket.”

This is a jacket I’ve been unsure of for quite some time.  It is a “Petite,” and I’m really not.  Well, not in my upper body, anyway.  My arms are rather unproportionally long.  And sort of gangly.  So this jacket has always not fit me exactly right.  The sleeves are not quite short enough to be tea length, but not long enough to be a traditional length.  I solved this problem by rolling up the sleeves.  Which might be the along the same lines as a man who is balding attempting the comb-over.

I’ve always wanted to be a fan of the blazer as a look.  I’ve attempted it multiple times, with, I have to admit, few successes.  I have so many of them.  And I want to be the girl who wears a beat-up tee-shirt, and then throws a crisp blazer on top without even trying.  I just can’t seem to pull it off.

I did, once, have a dear friend, Lizzie, tell me that I inspired her to buy this awesome blazer at the Salvation Army once.  So maybe the magic of the blazer works for me more than I think it does.  What I am certain of is the fact that I don’t wear them nearly enough for the amount of them that I own.

This one, I know I have worn.  At least once, anyway.  I wore this for a fourth of July party that Nate’s old college teammate, and our former roommate,  Jason was having, just outside of Philadelphia.  It was a festive occasion, if a little cold for July.  We had not been living in New York for that long, and one of Nate’s other teammates, Jonathan, was still living with us.

The main event of the evening was to meet Jason’s new girl, a hairdresser named Erica, who looked sort of like a bad-ass pixie.  I liked her a lot.  And I suppose Jason did, too, since he ended up marrying her.

I wish I could remember what else I wore with this jacket, so I could try to determine exactly why I thought this was appropriate for a Fourth of July barbecue.  But I’ll I’ve managed to hang on to is this.  Does this mean it’s important to me, then?  If that’s true, why don’t I wear it more?  I honestly don’t know if I’ve worn it since.  Do I feel it’s necessary to hold on to a jacket that doesn’t fit perfectly?  Do you?  

**I am severing this from my closet.  It is in The Pile.  Anyone want it??