By Lisa @Privilege
All right. I concede to the seasons. In the midst of summer travels and tomatoes, I felt autumn in the air. First on the East Coast, one morning in Philadelphia when the breeze was not hot, not stifling. Then here in California, when the sun suddenly slanted in a very fall sort of way.
We’ve got months of warm weather ahead, here on the West Coast. But I’m taking these signs as permission to think about fall clothing. Which, to the middle-aged lady still in the process of updating her wardrobe to match a retire/working from home/casually elegant lifestyle, means leather jackets.
Do you have one? I used to. My family gave me a great big bomber jacket, for my 35th birthday. That was 1991, and big jackets still ruled the upper bodies of America’s women. But what... More...
