You Are My Density.

voltee ♦ December 16, 2010 ♦ 6 Comments

Item: Jacket Color/Fabric: Gold, leather Designer: Sienna Studio Where Purchased: neimanmarcus.com Years Owned: 5
Well, I have been on such a streak this month in presenting my well hidden, yet unrelenting metallic clothing fetish, so I thought I would just keep it going!
Here is an old relic that I have always been a little suspicious of. Even as I was putting it on Trixie, I narrowed my eyes and glanced at it sideways.
“Metallic Scuba Jacket, whose side are you on?” I asked it. “Are you cool or are you tacky?”
The Metallic Scuba Jacket just shone at me in golden silence.
I bought this in, yet another, moment of online shopping weakness.
I remember running out into the living room, with that fresh, just-purchased glow about my cheeks, exhilerated.
“Nate!” I exclaimed joyfully. “I just bought a gold leather jacket!”
He blinked. “Do you need a gold leather jacket?”
“Well…”
“How much was said gold leather jacket?”
I told him, realizing that, when spoken aloud, the number seemed much higher than when displayed on my computer screen.
He just looked at me.
“But it was $300 off!” I protested.
More staring.
Sometimes I think that I will buy anything, anything at all, if it is discounted enough. Even Hammer pants, say. Well, that’s not exactly true. Show me Hammer pants that cost $20, and I will not look at them. But show me Hammer pants that once cost $400 and are now marked down to $20, and I will snatch them right up. And be secretly thrilled by my fashion-forwardness.
It’s ridiculous.
I have worn this jacket, though. At least twice.
Once was when we went to visit our friends Brad and Beckie. Brad and Beckie have a very no-nonsense view of fashion. Lots of sweatshirts. I think that they think I’m crazy sometimes. I’m very self-conscious of this imagined scrutiny. So I always try to assemble sensible outfits when we see them. Such as, wearing a shirt with big holes in the sleeves for a cold, autumn football game (Here).
Or, wearing a Gold Metallic Scuba Jacket. How very practical of me!
I wore it with jeans, and my favorite rocker tee. You know, to toughen it up. I thought it would be a nice contrast.
In hindsight, I think that may have been a failed outfit. But I can’t think of a better way to wear this and not look like a pageant mom or something.
We were making a foray into Boston, a town I just can’t seem to get the point of.
I’ve really tried to like it, honest. It is so seeped in history that I think it must have a lot to offer. And it just hasn’t offered it to me yet.
I have heard it said that one is either a Boston person or a New York Person.
I am a New York Person.
Maybe I will never fall in love with Boston. Maybe we are just destined to be acquaintances.
I would love to see more of it than Irish Pubs and places where people smash crabs with rocks and boys wearing polo shirts with their collars flipped up.
Maybe we’ll make a trip in the Spring. It’s been much, much too long since we’ve seen the Perrys. Maybe this time I can wear something made out of meat.

**This was hard, but we have parted ways. This one was donated to the Center, and even survived the flood. I hope to see it on stage, soon!