My Boyfriend's Back

I NEEDED a boyfriend blazer.

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.

And while I still stand firm that I NEEDED this blazer, this awesome brown dress that I eyed two racks over was a Want…but notice the capital W. I plan to chop off a foot or so and turn it into a fantastic tunic that I will wear as an obscenely short dress


  1. You look adorable in your boyfriend blazer! :)

  2. Teehee I love your posts, they always make me giggle :)
    Lottie x

  3. Well, someday when the two of you are the heads of fortune 500 clothing empires I will write copy for your cataloges ;-)

  4. oooooh love love love this!!!:):)

  5. I love bf blazer! Your looks great

  6. I just hate that they are called boyfriend blazers. The gendered language automatically turns me off from buying them.


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