C's Gift

Well, here it is... this is how we're giving her the iPod. My beloved old jean jacket from the 80s.

I love that jacket. It used to have rock band pins all over it - Rush, David Bowie (mostly Bowie!) and my wonderful black square "Sounds Like Bullshit to Me" pin that somehow my father allowed me to keep. Well, guess I was 15 when I "aquired" it. I stitched a peace sign on one shoulder on the back. Ah... memories... singing Dylan songs by the campfire at church camp, holding hands with my boyfriend... making out in the woods (again, church camp! oh, the irony...)

And how 'bout how small those darned iPod shuffles are?? Remember kids walking around with "boom boxes" on their shoulders? And the first Sony Walkmans... man, if you had one of them, you were the shit. Mine was *not* a Sony, but it did the job, and wow. I had that sucker until college. It finally gave out on me while working in the college library shelving books. (Great job - my boss used to wear these nasty, spike heels, and I could hear her a mile away even with music on - she never caught me reading in the stacks when I was supposed to be shelving - tee hee!) But then it died and my boyfriend (hadn't been my boyfriend that long) gave me a new one. I remember not wanting to take such a gift... but since I married him (and yes, we're talking about B, my one and only hubby) I guess it all worked out.