Long, long ago, back in Middle and High School, I was a Rockabilly Girl. If you’re wondering what that is, imagine Elvis Presley, Patsy Cline, a ’57 Chevy, pompadour, creepers, bustier, poodle skirts, fishnets, red lips, pink nails, pumps and always, always a leather jacket.
My leather of choice was the Schott Motorcycle jacket. Classic, tough, cool and totally Brando in “Rebel Without A Cause”. That’s me in my Schott circa 1988.
With my recent closet clean out, I’ve realized a very large portion of me is still that fifteen-year-old, swing dancing and beer drinking girl in the alley.
The pinup silhouette continues to be a favorite and happily works for me. I feel cute and sexy in a smokin’ pump and cigarette skirt. What’s missing from my rack, besides a cup size, is that tough leather jacket. My Schott was stolen from a show circa 1992 and I guess I decided to move on instead of replace it.
I’m now officially on the hunt for the leather jacket to take me into the age of my ’50s to amp up my 50’s vibe. And since my shows of choice usually involve kids on stage singing Lennon, the chances of my new jacket being stolen, thankfully, are slim.
If price were no object, I’d be getting this exquisite Alexander McQueen masterpiece. But at $6,000 it might have to wait for my 80’s moment…as in 80th birthday.
I’m not sure which one I’ll end up with, but I can’t wait to have the smell of leather back in my closet. Let me know which one you think I should give a hanger to.