Ain’t no secret that I love my cognac moto jacket, so it was only a matter of time until I attained a black one. I haven’t worn a lot of black since I started blogging, but I’m coming back around to it. (I used to wear mostly black pre-blog.) I’ve gotta say that a black leather jacket in particular takes me back to my high school gangsta days. All I need is dark brown lipstick and a hardcore glaring mug to be complete. No joke. I was *that* girl and I have pictures to prove it. Always a death glare and hardly a smile. Ah yes, the good ole days.
Anyone else got shame stories from high school? What were you like back then?
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Wedges: Payless (very similar)