I slipped the leather jacket on and walked to the upright mirror, with a chorus of three female âOo-o-ohsâ echoing behind me. Always a good sign.
It was a beautiful leather jacket, the kind I could never afford when they were in style decades ago. The leather was soft and supple (âlike buttuhâ some might say) and it fit me perfectly. It was the bomber style I love, with snap closures at the wrist, leather collar, and zip-up front. Slash pockets on the side, and two internal pockets with buttons to close them for security. Even a zip-out liner for extra warmth on cold, windy days.