March 29, 2008
post written by Bag Bliss blogger: BrS

Coach Kiki Hobo
Fringe. What do you think about when you hear the word “fringe”? For me, I think about my mom’s suede fringe jacket from her free-lovin’ adolescence. I remember borrowing it for Hippie-Day for my high school’s Pep Week. It was soft, supple, and a rich chestnut brown. I wore ripped up bell-bottom jeans and I remember all of my friends spent the day drawing pictures all ...