Guess what I'm pulling out of the closet this fall? Of course, at this point in my life, I don't think I'll be wearing them with lime green flair-leg corduroys or an orange plaid wool peacoat that's four sizes too big. But how happy am I that I saved these? (I bet Zac still has his, too.)
For another blast from the past, please visit Le Blog Laura, where you can read about visiting a certain brown split-level house on a certain heavily-wooded little street in a certain dusty midwestern town.