Oh get with it, Clairee. This is the eighties. If you can achieve puberty, you can achieve a past.

I was technically a child of the 80's.  A young child of the 80's but I still can appreciate the Cindy Lauper references and I remember the death of the eight-track.  I can't decide if my love for jean jackets comes from my momish persona or my rock and roll 1987 Punky Brewster-esque love of all things jean.  Today is totally jean jacket weather.  It's a crisp 60 degrees in February here in the land of Chicago and I'm in love.  Mostly with all the things I was in love with when it was -43 windchill and a bit nippy out a few weeks ago but heck lets go with this feeling.  This is my favorite feeling outside when I can throw on jeans and a hoodie and just be comfortable.  Sometimes I wear a hoodie AND a jean jacket.  I know I know the fashion police are out there trying not to read any further...but no worries...I'm out of your jurisdiction.  

Oh by the way I also love accesorizing with scarves.  But not cool scarves that make other women look trendy and cute...my scarves just make me think I'm trendy and cute.  Word.

I'm pretty sure I could write a whole 2937423 pages on this loveliness but alas I'm running low on Diet Coke and I'm feeling the urge to make a run for it.