Easy To Be Hard.

voltee ♦ October 9, 2010 ♦ 1 Comment

Item: Jacket Color/Fabric: Blue, denim Designer: Anne Taylor Loft Years Owned: 4
First you are going to notice that I have reused this lace cami. I hope it doesn’t throw off your opinions, as it seems to be universally loved. I tried this jacket on Trixie on its own, but it looked strange and a little creepy. And Trixie is just not That Type Of Girl.
So please try to hone your keen observations and critical eyes on just the jacket.This is currently the only jean-type jacket that I own. I am enamored with the concept of the Jean Jacket in general. I think that girls who wear them always look classic and clean, a sort of casual polished look. They look so effortless and easy! But it’s a lie.
I have picked up and fondeled and pondered countless Jean Jackets throughout the ages, 99% of which I agonize over, sweat a little, and then put it back from whence it came. 1% I will buy and then try on with countless outfits and never feel satisfied. It’s just not a look I can pull off. It’s just too hard.
My problem is that I’m really not that creative from the waist down. Let’s face it, it’s usually jeans down there. And almost nothing makes my skin crawl like an all-denim outfit. Except maybe a couple with matching mullets. shudder.
So then I feel limited. I don’t have many pairs of pants not made out of denim. That leaves me with mainly skirts and dresses. Most of the time when I wear a dress it’s for convenience. It’s an all-in-one outfit. Just throw it on and accessorize! Cake. I don’t like to think about what to put on over top.Therefore, most Jean Jackets leave my closet fairly rapidly.
This one, though, is a little different. What I can’t decide is if it’s a good sort of different or a bad sort of different.
I wore this jacket on a really fantastic day. It was my friend Kevin’s 30th birthday, well, maybe not the actual day of birth, I can’t remember, but at the very least, his Birthday Observed. His partner Michael coordinated the best Punk’d ever. Many, many friends and relatives from all over the country came out to Manhattan to see Legally Blonde. Except that we were all scattered throughout the theater, so that when Kevin got there, it was like “This Is Your Life.” He just kept turning and looking in different directions and encountering the face of someone who loved him. His face underwent a kaleidoscope of emotions, a lifetime of feeling in about 90 seconds. It was truly moving, and I moment I’ll never forget. Plus, I didn’t spoil the surprise! I had been terrified that that would just blurt out of me one day. I think I may have had to abstain from wine and coffee in the weeks leading up to the party. Nothing loosens my tongue like wine, except large amounts of caffeine. I was even willing to die to keep my honor; There was an all out kung-fu-celebrity-death-match brawl over this secret. And I did not tell!
Anyway, the show was delightful, just a fun little burst of bubble gum. And afterward, as we were leaving, I feel an alarming explosion on my shoulder, and then a terrifying release. The dreaded Wardrobe Malfunction. I had paired the jacket with a brown sun dress. I think it was a little too sweet of an outfit, which I fear may be this jacket’s ultimate demise. I think the dress must have agreed, for it committed suicide. The strap broke. And when I said explosion, I was not just being dramatic. The strap exploded like it was made out of rubber bands. It wasn’t a gradual sort of thing at all. It was violent. One minute, fine. The next, bra is out. The cup was entirely out there, and I unfortunately was not wearing the jacket at this moment in time.
Ah, such is life.
At least I had this heroic little jacket. I wore it for the remainder of the night, a fabulous dinner with food I can’t forget. And endless great company. And scrapbooks. And, certainly, tears. It was a celebration for the ages.
Anyway, yes, I do still have the dress, and yes, I will one day mend it so don’t ask.
What? I will!
The jacket confuses me. Is it silly, or merely cute? Can I successful pull-off upper body denim?

**I’m not keeping this, but it’s cute.  Someone should have it.  You?