This Swiss Army backpack/ messenger bag from 1971 is so functional and so oddly stylish.

All I can say is, the Swiss military knows how to make a solid bag. The leather is like Coach on steroids - this thing isn't falling apart any time soon. In this day and age of poorly constructed Gucci knock-offs on Canal Street...

Nice to see some old fashioned quality craftsmanship. 

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This Swiss Army backpack/ messenger bag from 1971 is so functional and so oddly stylish. I wonder what the soldier who used it 40 years ago would think if he saw this picture. I don't know if he would laugh or cry... 

All I can say is, the Swiss military knows how to make a solid bag. The leather is like Coach on steroids - this thing isn't falling apart anytime soon. In this day and age of poorly constructed Gucci knockoffs on Canal Street, it's nice to see some old fashioned quality craftsmanship. 

On a side note, these shorts are indeed leather. Thank you 1980s for such a marvelous concept. It's just kind of like, come on - why not?   They mix things up a little, especially when you throw some Jeffrey Campbell praying mantis boots into the equation. I gotta say though that I wore these the other night and my feet hurt for two days. For such a stylish place, New York in heels is not my idea of a good time. But I admire those of you tough enough to do it. I end up walking around with a look of agony on my face and visions of pink fluffy house slippers in my head. 

Lastly, I love this coat. 

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These are photos of a girl who got dumped. Yep, that's me.

This dilemma got me thinking about what one should or could wear for such a humbling occasion. Of course you can't always prepare for these things, but if you see heartbreak on the horizon, here are some thoughts on what to wear. (One disclaimer: Long story as to why I'm shoeless. I would recommend wearing shoes - particularly comfortable ones that would allow for a speedy getaway.)  
Something about being sad immediately makes me crave really unflattering sweatpants, probably eighteen sizes too big. It's challenging  to feel especially dignified and self-reliant in sagging cotton. So I vetoed the sweatpants for the doomsday talk. But I didn't want to seem like I was trying too hard. I was shooting for cool, calm, and relaxed. Because I wear jeans everyday and he knows this (we live together), I decided that straying from denim would add to my air of desperation. As the line cook at the Lobster Pound used to tell me during the dinner rush, never let 'em see you sweat. 
The Evil Twin fishtail shirt  (it's sheer and flowy and I quite like it) satisfied a couple more of my checkpoints; something pretty, breezy, and comfortable. When getting kicked to the curb, the brain has enough going on. Pulling at a too tight waistband or trying to keep a shirt from falling off seems pretty exhausting.
If you happen to live with your other half, a big bag doesn't hurt. Enough space for some electronics, a toothbrush, and... maybe some sweatpants for the after party. 
As for break up jewelry, I've had this necklace forever and I find it comforting. Especially because it wasn't a present from the name we do not mention. This particular medallion has the added bonus of a certain armor-like quality. Basically, any treasured accessory that can give you a little boost when you're feeling down on your luck. Sort of like Katniss Everdeen's mockingjay in Hunger Games (a highly entertaining read, made to order for anyone who needs to take a short hiatus from reality.)
Most importantly, keep that head held high because things are gonna be alright.