About 100 years ago, I held in my possession the most perfect motorcycle jacket, the ace in a stack of wild cards. The luxury model fully equipped with all the bells and whistles, and all the untamed zipper gadgets… it was everything a girl could hope for and more. Unexpectedly, those proverbial I shoulda inadequacies resurfaced like some jacket kryptonite, because I’d let it go into the kingdom of charitable donations… I’d heedlessly surrendered my most coveted biker love child.
I’d like to think it’s just another fall must-have, but frankly, my insatiable list of things I can’t live without hasn’t been narrowed to one particular season for umpteen years. I’m thinking it’s a recurrent excuse… but in the meantime, I’m searching for that special someone. And until I get it, if ever, all the others in my sisterhood of jackets will have to suffice. With that said, I’ll start my invasion with this uber-swanky, glitter-infested little number.
Boots, Mizrahi. DIY studded cutoffs, vintage. DIY T-shirt, Mossimo.
In other world news... I want to send a bouquet of sincere gratitude into the cyber-universe to the ever-lovely *Iced coffee latte for giving me the 'Love Award'!!
And while I could hardly believe I was deserving of such an honor, The Seeker and her awe-inspiring methods went and gave me the Prémio Dardos, given in recognition of cultural, ethical, literary, and personal values transmitted in the form of creative and original writing.
Thank you my sweets...
While it's going to be nearly impossible to decide, I'm working on a blog award list.