Jean Jackets and the Memories They Hold

I remember the first time I wore this jean jacket.

I was 17 and my then boyfriend and I were driving down to Berkeley to be cool and hang out at record shops and used book stores.

I thought I was in love.

False.

I thought I was cool.

Triple false.

As we walked around Channing and University Avenue among the coolest people I had seen to date, 

I wondered if I had committed a major faux pas by wearing a jean jacket that was clearly from the 90's

 (the year was 2001).

Yes, I found it at a thrift store but I didn't know then that thrift stores are only cool if the clothes you buy were born before the buyer.

(Not a fact, just a snarky observation from a jaded thrift store buyer.)

This week I dug the jacket out of a bag of 'to be donated' clothes.

Could it be salvaged? I asked.

Should it be salvaged? Would be the better question.

Clearly, I hang on to things way past the expiration date.

 What do you think?

Should Jean Jackets go with overalls and leave the closets of women for good?