Old Girl Gets Nostalgic

I have a black leather jacket hanging in the closet.

It was a present from my husband about forty years ago. It was a jacket for a tough chick, which I was once, but now I’m wondering if it could be an old lady’s jacket.

Yes, there are padded shoulders. It was the eighties. Us up and comers needed that linebacker look to scare off all the men keeping us from greatness.

I also used to be taller. So the jacket now would probably come down to my knees. I’d look like an old gal who really scored at Goodwill which is okay by me since a lot of my clothes transitioned to my closet through Goodwill. Still.

This leather jacket was so tough looking that I used to roll up the sleeves to make it look even tougher. Lordy.

Where are my pearls?

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