Leather Memories

There are those few and far between staple pieces that you might have in your closet, that you care for a little more than others. The ones you will never find on the floor of your closet. This leather jacket is definitely one of those pieces. My mom actually bought it for me when she paid me a visit while I was living in Florence, Italy a few years ago. It’s special to me not only because it’s from my mom, but also because it is filled with so many memories. Memories that I cherish so much.
When I look at it, it takes me back to that time in my life. Gosh, I was so different then. Different in good ways and bad.  I was much more naïve and independent, that’s for sure. But I was also young and immature. It was a time in my life where I lived a little more on the edge. I dressed a little more bohemian, and I was definitely into the sad and soulful music. It was when I got my first (and only) tattoo.
It was such a wonderful but sad time in my life.  Wonderful, because I was carefree and a little naïve to the world. Sad, because I was more lost than I realized.

Isn’t it interesting how a piece of clothing, a smell, or even a memory can take you right back to that place you once were? You can literally “feel” the way life felt back then.
It’s such an odd thing. I love where I was then and I love where I am now.
I love how much I’ve grown, and I love that I have this leather jacket to take me back to those times and places and remind me of who I was then.
On those sunny Italian days. Sketching or writing in my journal. Sitting cross-legged overlooking the Ponte Vecchio and the Arno River. My wrists full with leather bracelets.
Listening to weepies and dreaming of my future. Feeling so free and independent.
The tattoo on the inside of my wrist still fresh and just oh, so cool.

I love growing up, but I love going back too.


Skinnies: Forever 21
Wedges: Forever 21
Top: Forever 21
Necklace: c/o Savoir-Faire
Beanie: Urban Outfitters














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