In the current decade?
I did. Many times.
I wore it to dozens of work meetings. It’s not even vintage yet I thought it was stylish.
I used to wear a bright pink long-sleeved t-shirt underneath it. To pick up the threads of pink running throughout the fabric. Or a bright cyan one.
I tried it on today for the the first time since about the fall of 2004, when I wore the jacket almost every week. I thought it might go well with a yellow t-shirt I had on.
Guess where it looked like I was heading?
To a used car lot. And/or the circus. And/or a late 70s, early 80s retro party. And/or to O’Neil’s Pub to begin my shift as Lady Leprechaun.
I don’t know why I held on to this for almost five years. I’m usually so good about pruning out old, out-of-style clothes.
Maybe I thought I might need it one St. Patrick’s Day. Or that the guy who once asked me where I got it so he could tell his wife to go get one, too? I must have thought he was sincere. (I’m so easily duped; he worked for me at the time.)
So, this is my good-bye to the green jacket. It’s added a spot of color to the blacks, browns, and grays in my closet.
The time has come for me and my inner high school sophomore to part ways. I’ll try not to be ashamed that it took so long for me to let you go.
POSTSCRIPT: Maybe I should have taken a straw poll before I decided that the jacket was hideous. Is it as bad as it seems to me?
-Related to post Death Of A Short Green Sweater.