Quirky Monday: Leather

You remember back when I said that people speaking in dialects and other languages turn me into a big pot of goo and I fangirl all over the place? Well, that isn’t the only thing that causes that reaction. There’s a whole list of them that could make maybe a month’s worth of posts, but this time I’ll only discuss—or fangirl about—one.

Leather.

I love the feel of it; I love the texture; I love the smell; and yes, I love the sound. Leather is cool. And it’s all the Man in Black’s fault.

For those not enlightened enough to get that cult reference (if you’re one of them--GASP!!!!), that’s a character from “The Princess Bride”. Actually, it’s two of my favorite characters from “The Princess Bride”, cause both of them sport leather.  And after you been bit by the leather bug—in my case anyway—it doesn’t go away.

My great-grandpa used to watch “Dr. Quinn” whenever we were over for Christmas, and even though I didn’t quite get the storyline, I loved the fact that these people were running around in leather boots, with leather saddles and stuff(it’s a Western, so go figure).

Wait, though, it gets worse. When I was ten, I saw a recording of Michael Flatley’s “Lord of the Dance”(and if you haven’t seen it, you should, because OMG!!!!!....anyway….); and I fell in love with it. Not just because of the dancing, but because of all the leather pants. Ok, fine, maybe some of them were “pleather” pants, but still. It looked sooooo gooooood!!!!!

And now, on BBC, there is a show called “The Musketeers” and guess what they wear? LEATHER!!!!!

And really, all the time I was growing up I wanted to own something leather—because it looked COOL!!!!!

I used to prowl around H&M and Forever 21 just to pick up the “pleather” jackets and I’d wear them until they were worn out. I also had a pair of “pleather” pants I wore holes in cause I wore them so much. I got my first legit leather jacket three years ago. I wear it entirely too much. This past Christmas, my mom got me wool-lined leather gloves to wear during the winter. There is already a hole in one of them. Not enough to mean I have to get rid of them, but still.

If you speaking in an accents doesn’t get me gooey, try getting your hands on some leather for me. We could talk.