In the past week I've sported 4 different jackets/coats.
The first one was a well worn grey peacoat that I fell in love with at a Korean boutique in Kensington Market, Toronto over a year and a half ago. However, it was the last jacket left, I had to have it... but it was a small... a small meaning Korean small... not obese American Le Chateau small. Not only does this mean the buttons were being a little snug around the waist, but the sleeves... OH THE SLEEVES. It was like a 3/4 sleeve on me. But over all a fantastic looking coat - minus the fact that by the end of it the buttons had been re stitched 3 times, as well as the liner, I had lost a couple buttons so it just looked awkward. However people seemed to give me a respectful "She's a starving artist" look. I would get compliments on the jacket quite often, but it obvious it needed a lot of work. (But then I lost it last weekend when I was incoherent at Celebrities).
So I had to improvise and go through my closet for jackets I had for "just in case" reasons. Thankfully it's been extremely sunny and not too cold in Vancouver so I could pull out a fall bomber jacket.
This jacket is from Stitches... nough said. It's a pleather... maybe even a fake pleather jacket, really the quality is so poor it reminds me of a dog's rawhide chewy bone. However, the look resembled leather and I am far too cheap to buy a real leather jacket especially living in Vancouver when it usually rains all the time. The wrists, collar, and waist bands however were made out of some crappy cotton spandex material that once stretched will never return to it's original size. And because of my obsession with pushing my sleeves up, the wrist shape was forever distorted to the size of a 70's tambourine slamming hippy sleeve. However, to the untrained eye, the whole outfit made me kinda look like a bad ass. "Leather jacket girl jamming away to her iPod" I got less double takes, but got more attention from the men who let their hair grow, didn't notice the moth holes in their Harley Davidson T-Shirt, and wore their Mountain Equipment Coop construction shoes like socks. I didn't really care, but it wasn't exactly what I wanted.
Then for the colder days I was forced to wear a quilted black jacket that had a fur trimmed hood, had a boxy structure, and only looked good when wearing multiple layers and colours that could distract from the jacket.
On my first day of wearing it this past week, I made it half way to school and had to stop myself to detach the fur, it was that disturbing. I've never felt so self conscious about wearing a jacket before! Although it did keep me warm, I realized I'd rather be a bit cold and confident than wanting to dig a grave and be warm. So I continue my way to the coffee shop which I visit at least 3 times a day, and look at one of the employees and say "On a scale of 1 to 10 how much of a douche do I look?" and although I know she was trying to be nice she politely says, "You don't look like a douche! You just look like you're going skiing." But although I may have seemed like a boarder, felt like a douche, I think I just looked young. I looked my age. Although age is just an unmeasurable untangle idea, I felt it. Which disturbed me greatly because I've always wanted to be older than I am, and give off that impression... I've just never been satisfied with my age. It seemed that I was no one, and I became mush in the background. I was "The young student who can't dress well" in everyone else's eyes.
But then came the turning point. The day my life changed... Yesterday. When I made my first trip to the Pacific Centre in Vancouver and found my soulmate on a Christmas 50% off sale at BCBG. I saw, I grabbed, I put on, I loved, I stroked, I cat walked, I bought.
It is knee length. It is black with leather sleeves... Sleeves that REACH my hand. A peacoat style with well assembled buttons. A belt which I can tie perfectly. A flexible collar. Deep pockets that can hold my cigarettes and crackberry without having to worry if they're going to fall out. Beautiful. I've been sporting it around for two days so far and I have become the successful independent woman of the 21st century... all thanks to this coat. People perceive me differently in that, "She should be respected" way, and it's beautiful. It's like a coke jacket. It makes you feel on top of the world without getting nose bleeds or gum rubbing side effects. Amazing.
Now we live... Happily... Ever... After.
The End.
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