The Big, Puffy, Camouflage Jacket

Hello sunshine,

So today I am going to talk about a very sensitive subject in my life: camouflage.

You see where I come from, camouflage is considered a fashion staple – equivalent to black or plaid.

I hate to admit it, but growing up I adapted out of necessity, not necessarily desire to my surroundings and the fashion trends thereof.

Unfortunately, that means that in high school, I wore camo.

My fashion background was more like the hunting aisle at Walmart.

My ninth grade boyfriend bought me a camouflage jacket for hunting season the first fall season we were together. We were supposed to go on many a hunting trips that never happened. That particular camouflage jacket is now used by my mother.

After I graduated from high school, I greatly distanced myself from the redneck culture I was exposed to throughout my adolescence. I started to grow, adapt, and find my own unique sense of style that wasn’t limited to t-shirts from high school, Miss Me jeans, TOMS, and camouflage jackets. I started becoming more girly. I love to wear dresses and piece together professional-type outfits. My favorite patterns include plaid and floral, not camouflage.

Now let’s flash forward to Christmas 2016. My mother had been talking for weeks about how I needed a good new coat for the winter months, especially since it was supposed to be an unbearably cold winter. Christmas morning at my mother’s house came around and I accepted to unwrap a pea coat or North Face jacket, but alas came up empty-handed. It wasn’t until later in the day at my godparents’ house that I was handed a rather large box. I didn’t expect it to be a coat . . . but there it was.

It was camouflage: Real Tree or Mossy Oak, although I honestly can’t tell you the difference.
It was also hot pink, with a fur-lined hood, and puffy like one of the coats you see Ralphie wear on A Christmas Story.

It. Was. Ugly.

Although I thought it looked atrocious, I accepted from my godparents with pure delight, because I knew they bought it with the best intentions and with a large helping of love, even though it wasn’t quite my style.

Where is it now???

Where is the jacket now you ask? Why it is in my closet . . . the back section that is, on a hanger with all the original tags still on it (if you would like to see a picture, please scroll down below).

Have you ever had a piece of clothing you got for Christmas or maybe a birthday that you can’t bear to get rid of because you know the person who bought it for you did so out of pure love? Feel free to comment and tell me about it!

Catch ya on the flipside.

RB

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The big, puffy, camouflage jacket that stays on a hanger in the back of my closet.

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