I have a crush. I admit it. A complete and total, school-girl like infatuation. I can’t stop thinking about it, I can’t stop dreaming about it, I can’t stop lusting…
I am in love with a jacket.
Not just ANY jacket. A blazer to be precise. A Smythe blazer. Its SO bad ass! Its black and cut in all the right places. The peaked collar gives a little polish while the cut-outs and padded shoulders give it just the right amount of edge.
I want it… and I can’t have it.
I’m cheap. I like a sale (remember Black Magic Woman?). The Smythes are beautiful but ringing in around $600, I just can’t do it. Childcare bills, swimming lessons, summer camp are all taking precedence over me being united with the object of my obsession.
I love you, you beautiful work of tailoring. Maybe someday we will be together.