college, Fashion

Ode to the Barn Jacket

If you hold onto something long enough, it will come back in style. And this year – among the wide leg jeans – it’s the barn jacket.

photo: J. Crew

It was during my time in college that everyone was wearing barn jackets. Neutral colors. Plaid interior. Corduroy collar. Big buttons. My college campus looked like a walking J. Crew catalog.

My barn jacket was light khaki in color, dark brown collar. And the pockets! So big and roomy! My claim to fame was the time I was able to sneak a 12-pack of beer (Icehouse – what were we thinking??) on my person into Flynn Hall because of my barn jacket. Cans in the outside pockets, cans on the inside pockets, maybe one or two in the small of my back. This feat could not have been accomplished without my trusty barn jacket.

The place the barn jacket truly came into its own was for parties at the Caves. When I went to Stonehill College, it was surrounded by woods. Now, those woods have been leveled to make room for dorms and buildings. But back in the day, following a path behind New Hall (the new dorm that no one could apparently name?), up hills and through trees and around thickets, there was a clearing with huge boulders. This could be one of those times that the boulders felt huge looking at them through my beer googles, but if I saw them today theywould just be regular sized rocks.

The barn jacket was the perfect outerwear for the Caves. It was likely the only coat I had at college or was willing to wear out, jury is still out on that one. No one gets cold in college. Hundreds of kids would gather at the Caves to drink and party. I think there might have been music if someone had enough batteries to power their boom box (hey kids today, your lives are so pampered with music libraries in your pockets!) and we’d listen to Pearl Jam or Nirvana or Oasis. Someone made a bonfire in the middle of a wooded area, tended by drunk twenty year olds (how did we not burn down the town?), which looking back seems like a sure fire way to draw attention to underage drinking in the woods. “Hey Earl, do you see that FIRE over there on the top of that hill? Wonder what that is?”

The barn jacket held many purposes on Caves nights.

  1. Transporting beer
  2. Providing a nice little shield for your privates when you had to pee in the woods
  3. Warmth (questionable during winter months)
  4. Making it nearly impossible to find your friends in a sea of neutral-colored barn jacket-wearing drunk kids
  5. Repelled any beer spilled on you
  6. Camouflaged you when you were running from campus police

If you’re getting nostalgic for your barn jacket reading this post, you’re in luck. They. Are. Everywhere! Long and short lengths. Variety of colors. Snaps, zips or buttons. Quilted or canvas. A style for every day of the week.

And if you want to go old school, J. Crew is selling a vintage barn jacket this year for $188!

NOTE: I’m sad to say, that the Caves no longer exist at Stonehill College. They are now dorms or buildings or some shit. I feel sorry that the students do not get to experience a Caves night. My 22nd birthday was celebrated at the Caves at a party during the day (man, we were bold!) and I will never forget running through the woods being chased by campus police careful to not spill a drop of beer out of my red solo cup. Now, they have fancy lounges and bars on campus, and I feel sorry for them. You have not lived a true college experience unless you wake up hungover with twigs and leaves out of your hair, and you glance over to your desk chair for the comforting sight of your barn jacket hanging on it (most likely with mystery stains on it).

Life, Photos

Crazy things you take photos of

I was scrolling through my camera roll the other day looking for a specific photo, and I came across a photo I took of an Easter cake that make me laugh.

The cake:

After I laughed yet again at the photo, I thought about how jealous I am of people who organize their photos in albums so they don’t have to search 35,000 photos to try and find what they’re looking for. Whoever you are, you are #winning.

The further I scrolled, the more photos I saw that put a smile on my face. So I thought I’d share them with you here.

This is the dog poop that I stepped – and slid in – walking Bruno. See how it slides there? That’s my sneaker track. I was talking to Mr. KK on the phone and a little distracted, so I didn’t see the dog poop that was literally in the middle of the road that a dog owner didn’t bother to pick up. He heard my reaction to sliding in the poop (insert vulgarities here), so I had to snap a pic to send him so he could see the evidence.

This is Marty. (His real name). He’s our grocery store robot. On this particular day, he was dressed up like a chicken. Personally, I feel the robot is costume enough, but perhaps Marty was feeling a little frisky this day. Also? Marty is always in my effing way when I’m shopping.

Little Mister likes hot dogs, but I don’t make them for him very often. So I keep them in the freezer and use them periodically. This is how I defrost his hot dogs. Imagine if once the hot dog was out of the water, and the glass was accidentally left on the counter, someone mistakenly took a sip of hot dog water? Gross right. (Hypothetical question, I swear).

This photo tells the story of a morning after a party, and the glow necklace left behind as the evidence of a good time. The real story was that there was a type of creature (insect? I can’t remember) that was on the driveway and I put this necklace around it so no one would step on it. The next day, the creature was gone (a miracle!) and only the necklace remained.

Is there anything more disgusting than an airport bathroom? This particular stall looks like it should be submitted as evidence in a murder. WTF happened in this stall in the Charlotte airport? There was a struggle…with a toddler?

This card speaks for itself. It’s awesome.

This scene is from the movie Identity Thief, starring Jason Bateman and Melissa McCarthy (from 2013, I don’t see a lot of movies). I took this photo because I went to college with this guy in the movie, and had to send it to my college friends. Like, “WE KNOW HIM!” (Or at the very least, “WE GOT DRUNK WITH HIM!”)

Not funny, just a humble brag.

Me, voice texting to Google, “Skinnytaste Acini di Pepe soup”, and Google being funny.

(This is the recipe, btw, and it’s a staple in our house).

And lastly, me. During senior week in college, where 10 girls stayed in a 3 bedroom house on the Cape. This outfit is how we went out. If college girls could see this now, they would have heart attacks. The chunky heel white sneakers (perhaps from Payless?). Shirt from The Gap. Cuffed jeans because I’m so short. Oh yeah, total babe.

Anyone is welcome to organize photos for me. Not sure where I’d put these…

What’s the funniest thing in YOUR camera roll?

NaBloPoMo

Life is short, remember the good times.

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Every time we would see the words “Good Times” anywhere, we’d laugh and take a pic and text it to each other.

A few weeks ago, Mr. KK came in with the mail, and my college alumni magazine was on top. I flipped through mindlessly, looking at pictures of a campus I no longer recognized, ambitious students participating in activities that never used to exist, and wedding and baby photos of young, fresh-faced alums who didn’t seem like they could be more than 20 years old.

At the end of the magazine is always a section on “class news”, and each graduating year is broken out with little snippets that people share; new jobs, career and family milestones and, sadly, deaths.

When it comes to my college years, my memory is pretty lacking. I don’t mean that in a “Wow, I partied those four years away and it’s all a such a big blur!” way. Instead, it’s like I just didn’t commit names, faces and events to my memory. Or if I did, they are no longer there. And, of course, it causes my college roommates to make fun of me, question whether or not I even attended the same school as they did. (NOTE: I did.)

So when I scanned the class news section for our graduating year, and the graduation years above and below us (since we DID spend lots of time with those folks, even though I can never remember their names) and saw the obituary for a guy we knew quite well, I had to do a double take.

We lived next to the football team our junior and senior years, and if anyone had ridiculous nicknames for each other, it was these guys. So it took me a minute for this guy’s name – his real name – to register. And even then, I doubted my memory, which didn’t have the best track record. I texted a pic of the obit to my friends just to double check I wasn’t crazy, and sure enough, our friend “Good Times” had passed away.

When did we get so…old?

I was never particularly close with Good Times, however one of my roommates spent quite a bit of time with him during – and after – college. But no matter how well I knew him, or how much we hung out, the three of us were stunned to see his name in print. Someone we were friends with in college died.

The realization was a little scary: my friends and I were at the age, when classmates could just start dying. Sure, we’d lost a few others over the years to tragic accidents. But to think that people our age may start passing away due to illness or medical conditions, was pretty scary.

That night, one of my roommates scoured the internet looking for answers. She stumbled across Good Times’ Facebook page, which had been turned into a memorial. “I don’t want you to do that to my page,” she told us, referring to the memorial page. One of her biggest worries is what is going to happen to her social media if something should ever happen to her. We reassure her that we will be very kind, and continually tag her in embarrassing photos in the afterlife. (kidding!)

Life is short, be sure to spend it doing things you like.

Social media aside, seeing that someone who had been so full of life (and was always up for a Good Time, hence his nickname) had passed away was pretty sobering. One minute you’re here, and the next you’re…not.

I wouldn’t say that this occurrence renewed my lease on life or anything big and spiritual like that, but it did remind me that life truly IS short. So you should make the best of it while you can. Make time for the things you like to do, say no to stuff that doesn’t interest you and takes up your time. Pick a few items off your ‘to do’ list and make them a priority. Stop and remember the little moments; for me: don’t rush the Little Mister brushing his teeth every morning because we’re running late again; if he wants to get in the car seat by himself as a feat of independence, just let him do it, even though it takes forever; and be the green dinosaur who needs to rescue the lion who fell in the ocean, even though I should be making dinner.

And make sure to have a Good Time, no matter what you’re doing.