I bought my very first jean jacket when I was in the 9th grade. As a matter of fact, it has stayed with me for over ten years. The jean jacket was the hottest trend of my generation. Come to think of it, it’s been the hottest trend of pretty much every generation since the day someone thought to put your jeans on our back. My mom wears one, I wear one, and now, my one-year old daughter has one of her very own. Three generations of jean jacket wearing fashionistas. There is just something about Girls and Jean Jackets.
According to Glamour, the first jean jacket was created in 1880, by none other that Levi Strauss himself. It has been a hit ever since. There is at least one of them in every girl’s closet. Whether you are following the latest trends, or you create your own, a jean jacket fit’s every wardrobe. It has morphed through every single style and has been an iconic look for almost 150 years. If you say you’ve never owned or perhaps even worn a jean jacket at some point in your life, I am calling you out on your bullshit. I am pretty confident that every girl has had a jean jacket at some point. Maybe for a day, and maybe for their whole life.
My jean jacket has been through bonfire parties, heart brakes, school lunch food fights, car rides through back roads, car accidents, college orientations, sorority parties, finals, all-nighters, graduations, job searches, finding independence, marriage, and now a baby. My jean jacket has been with me through all the best times and the worst times. It laid across my chair in my childhood bedroom, hung on the back of classroom chairs, thrown in the back of cars, and stuffed into book bags. It’s had beer spilled on it, was dropped in mud, covered in grass stains, reeked of cigarette smoke, and has been soaked by a few rain storms. It’s travelled with me to many of the places I have visited.
My jean jacket is a piece of my history. It is still in perfect condition, and I still wear it today. Maybe, one day, I can pass it down to my daughter when she is old enough to wear it. Maybe she’ll cherish it like I did, or maybe she’ll give it away.
Maybe it will follow her down old dirt roads and quiet paved paths. Maybe she’ll make questionable choices in it, or maybe she’ll make the right ones. Maybe she’ll wear it when she has her first kiss. Maybe she’ll toss it in the back of her first car. Maybe she’ll shove it into book bags and hang it across chairs. Maybe she’ll travel the world in it, or maybe she’ll sit with it in a library, reading her favorite book. Maybe she’ll take it to her best friend’s house, to parties, to night outs with the crew. Maybe she’ll take it with her when she roams the world alone, or maybe she’ll leave it behind, to hang from a hanger in her childhood bedroom closet.
For now, she wears her own adorable little jean jacket until she grows out of it. Then, I will tuck it away into her time capsule, along with all the other little keep sakes that hold their own precious memories. She’ll probably go through a few of her own. Maybe she’ll dislike jean jackets for a little while, only to resume an undeniable fondness for them once more. She won’t be able to deny her connection to it, because there is just something about girls and jean jackets.
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