The Gift of a Simple Life

A story about my pink Cotopaxi jacket.

I wonder, if years and years from now, my kids will remember my hot pink Cotopaxi jacket.

For a year and a half this jacket has been a part of my daily life. Similar to my dad’s short cotton running shorts, or my mom’s kitten heels, I often wonder if this article of clothing will be seared into my kid’s subconscious forever. We buried my dad in his short navy shorts, complete with his favorite ring tee and beat up keds. I’m sure the same will happen with my mom her heels. Will my jacket {or some version of it} make it to my grave?

There was a time when clothing really, really mattered to me.