It was a warm-ish morning today to go out to the chiropractor and get some breakfast, so I wore my steampunk leather jacket, bought while I still worked at the office. For a pop of color, I let my citron sweater peek out the bottom, which ended up lengthening the torso more than usual. I suppose skinnies would have been a better choice for creating a long, lean leg line to go with my long torso, but the wide-legged jeans called out to be paired with the fitted jacket, and here we are.
It seems like epiphanies are going around this month - Shannon and her floral pants, Suz and her shopping strategies. Out and about, I also had a sudden realization -- one that sorta kinda flies in the face of previous UWP doctrine: I don't particularly like wearing leather jackets.
I can't quite put my finger on it... are they too posh? too pretty? not tactical/gear-ish/manly enough? not sporty enough? I can't say. But I do know that I don't get that heck-yeah-I-can-conquer-the-world feeling that I get in my Zella and Barbour at the moment... weird.
Don't get me wrong - I do love this jacket! And I will definitely be keeping it for it's retro/steampunk fabulosity, which I adore. But I don't think I'll be looking to add any additional leather jackets, swoon as I might over the beautiful finishes at MuuBaa and Danier.
How's that for some progress in a self-professed jacket addict?
Is there anyone else out there who isn't head-over-heels for leather? And I mean vegan and money issues aside... pure style here. Am I the only one who would gladly taker her zippers and pockets and utility/steampunk details in a knit, canvas, or fleece construction?