I opened up the bag that had come from Anthropologie. I sat there on the floor. Stunned. Staring into the wrapping.
My daughter looked up from her cell phone, “Whadja get?”
“This jacket,” I replied in a surprisingly monotone voice. The tremors in my soul not vibrating yet to betray my vocal cords. I held it up for my daughter to see (and definitely not to worship, as I held it above my head… on my knees… with my eyes closed).
“Oh. My. God,” was her reply.
“I know right?!”
I immediately slipped it on. Its buttery softness engulfed me. I stood and looked into the mirror. I ignored the flannel pajama bottoms and oversized stained t-shirt I was sporting. My hair was piled on top of my head in a greasy four day old mess. The jacket was the star. The scenery did not matter.
“Here. You try it on,” I generously proclaimed to my daughter.
She put it on and I rolled the sleeves for her as I had seen another blogger do earlier in the week.
She turned to face the mirror. “I love it! It is soooooo soft.”
“I know. And it is not real leather. It is fake leather. No animals were hurt making it!”
My husband piped up from the corner of the room. “Were any fake animals hurt in making the fake jacket?” He quipped.
He knew I would ponder that all afternoon if I let it get to me, so I ignored his question and turned my attention back to my new favorite purchase.
“We can share it!” I proclaimed. This is kind of amazing because I am a size 6-8 and my daughter is a size 0-2. But the size medium fit us both perfectly (on me it is more fitted and on her it is looser). It was just like that book/movie with those traveling pants. Minus traveling. And pants. But you know what I mean.
I actually was going to break my cardinal rule and let her be on the blog for this post. She had been wanting to. But when I asked her if she wanted to take pictures with me for this post (I thought it would be funny to have pictures of us fighting over the jacket), she vehemently declined. Why? Because she did not want anyone to say that she looks like me. Sigh. And so it
I will still share the jacket.
Now, before you think I am the most giving person out there. That I am sharing my most favoritest (my most favoritest not-a-real-word word) of jackets out of simple selflessness and not greed. This is what I told my husband:
“If we both use the jacket then technically it is only half price for each of us. Technically my clothing budget is only moderately affected.”
“Is that how it works?” Deadpanned my husband.
“Yep.” I like to use my fake logic on him.
Do you own a leather jacket? Or a fake leather jacket? Or a traveling pants kind of jacket? If you have a fake pet, please do not show it this post. It would scar it for fake life.
*I shared this on The Pleated Poppy and Reasons To Dress.
*this outfit was inspired by Tifforelie on Instagram. I love how she paired Anthropologie’s Vegan Leather Jacket with Anthropologie’s floral tights. The colors match perfectly. The cream Free People slip is combined with a dress from Forever 21.