Grandma did a little clear out while I was there and it was fun to play dress up a bit. The black jacket was my Grandma's, she bought the jacket and added the stitching herself. It's got pretty prominate shoulder pads. I've been blessed (or CURSED!) with pretty big shoulders already, so I don't really need them, but they make me feel a bit more rock n' roll. haha. Crazy can be good, right?The shirt is one of Ted's (my Grandpa) that he's outgrown. It's a lovely short sleeved number, in the perfect 'dad' plaid. We had fun taking silly photos. Here a few of the outtakes- I'll share some of me & Ted tomorrow.