To which I can plainly hear my father saying “No…You WANTED a boyfriend blazer.”
To which I must respond “au contraire, do you not read Vogue? Elle? Seventeen?” No? What kind of self respecting 71 year old heterosexual male are you? Quick, go out and buy a copy of Cosmo and catch up man.”
I NEEDED, beyond a shadow of a doubt, a boyfriend blazer. My husband’s brimming closet of suits and blazers offered no suitable contender, as he is 6’3 and 230lbs and I am 5’4 and …not 230lbs.
This one is from Calvin Klein and I assume whichever tiny tiny man wore it was the hit of the party back in 1987.
So what does one do in a “boyfriend blazer”? Visit one’s boyfriend, of course. Armed with a quart of Matzo ball soup and a Roast Beef on Rye from Ben’s Kosher Deli, Baby Dean and I paid Hubby a surprise lunch visit today at the office.