My CROP DENIM JACKET is TRULY missed.

My philosophy about STyLe is kind of how I spelled it.  I love it. It provides me a forum to express myself and I think it is really hard to find true STyLe.


with STyLe you have to be true to yourself and if you are, people will enjoy your non-verbal communication.  True STyLe can tell someone if you are in a good mood, cynical, non-understanding or a REALLy bad MOOD.  


I purchased this beautiful crop jean jacket from the LIMITED in the mid-90's and I wore that jacket and I washed that jacket.  And just like a relationship it began to fade and tear.  And just like in a good relationship, I tried to patch the holes and repair the damage...but, like in a relationship that is not meant to be, it continued to detoirate, slowly but surely...it continued to unravel.  I held onto my jacket and continued to wear like the first day I purchased it caused talk.  Just like a wife trying to hold onto her cheating husband, she wouldn't care what he did as long as he stayed and I didn't care about what that jacket looked like as long as I could feel the soft and worn denim next to my skin.  I thought it looked so good on me.


When I'd go shopping, affluent individuals would ask me if I had my jacket custom made and I would proudly tell them no.  My jacket was a great conversation piece, as I am not a social butterfly by nature, my jacket was always something that I could talk about with pride.


One day, someone took my jacket.  I have a couple of suspects, but, no credible evidence.  Let me put this out there.  Better yet, let me use the eloquent wordsmithing of Antione Dodson "We’re lookin for you...We gon find you...So you can run and tell that HOMEBOY!"


I am beginning to digress, the point of my story is to say that STyLe is unique! Be your own person and let your faded and torn denim jacket SHINE.


Oh, by the way, congrats to ELLE for 25 years and going strong! (Everyone clap now)


Like, OMG...I am gonna wrap this one up.  But, before I do, tell me about your STyLe and what makes u - U-Nique!


Love ya, Babes.  PRECISELY.