dragonlady7

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so i bought myself a cheap fast-fashion leather jacket from a post-christmas clearance at ASOS. i bought up a size and it juuuust fits, so that was smart of me i guess.

had promised myself to get a really sweet leather jacket. dad had a leather jacket, he didn’t wear it often but it was usually hung by the door, lots of fond memories of the scent of it, there in the corner of the entryway or on him– smelled stronger when warmed by his body, of course. he often wore it to church, and i would sit with my head on his shoulder and smell it.

anyway. he was a small dude. my two skinny sisters got all his coats. (youngest sister put on the raincoat and burst into tears because it smelled like the leather jacket; he’d last worn it over the leather jacket for an outing on a rainy day, clearly. older sister got the leather jacket. i don’t think she wears it anywhere.)

had this jacket a few weeks now but it’s been ludicrously cold, so i’ve had to wear my down parka. today it’s warmer– high 30s-40F, above freezing. so i wore the leather jacket.

miscalculation, my dudes, it was a miscalculation to get a thing to remind me of my dad and then wear it around, it is hanging next to my desk now and occasionally i will get a whiff without noticing and then i just get really sad, so

i mean maybe this will fade to being comforting but at the moment i’m just sort of repeatedly stabbing myself in the feels here on a boring wednesday so like that’s sure a thing i’ve done, yup.

(I tried it on at home, of course I did. I had been wearing it indoors as a sweater in the basement, where it’s cold. somehow i hadn’t noticed the scent, there. well. i have now.)

well so maybe i’ll get used to this. (Your picture was not posted)