When I studied for the bar last summer I wore a jean jacket every day. Every single day. I even wore it to the exam. It was my security blanket.
This time around it’s winter and I am in DC. It’s too cold for a jean jacket. Instead I am begrudgingly bundled in tights, scarves, sweaters, gloves, and coats. I hate the cold but I love this city.
Last week I tossed my study materials into a backpack covered with slices of multicolored citrus. An ode to home, to Palm Springs where the trees in my parents backyard are covered in the juiciest grapefruit, lemons, and oranges.
I bought the backpack the last time I lived in DC, for the same reason. It was winter. I was craving home and sunshine. It is the most juvenile and unfashionable thing I own. It would be adorable if I were ten, maybe even fifteen, but I’m twenty-eight and since last week I have been walking around with the damn thing every day.
My new security blanket.
Today I put on a patterned black dress, red wedges, and a lovely red coat with gold buttons. I admired the ensemble in the mirror and then picked up my citrus backpack and walked out the door.
It’s a fashion faux pas in a massive way.
But I don’t care. It fits all of my materials and at this point I do nothing but study anyway.
If you see a woman dressed impeccably but also carrying a hideous citrus backpack, stop and say hi. I can use all the positive vibes I can get.