Friday, February 27, 2009

One Jean Jacket, Heavily Stone Washed, to the Most Unfortunate Bidder

I had one of those, "holy Haysoos, I am wearing 1989" moments today. I guess I never look in the mirror once I put my coat on, so I had not noticed that once I put on my old jean jacket I turn into James Dean's mother.

It was cold at work today, so I put it on (why? is there any R value to a denim jacket at all?). As soon as I walked into the restroom, I realized that this jacket has overstayed its welcome in my closet by a good ten years.

It's time to comb through the closet for more Goodwill fodder. And I thought I was going to have a hum-drum weekend!

3 comments:

cpt a said...

I wasn't going to say anything...at least not while I was wearing my Rush concert t-shirt

Brian and Becca Davis said...

Brian would probably argue that a good portion of my closet fits into this category....

hedera said...

What? No picture of James Dean's mother? I been robbed.