It’s finally Friday and although it was a “short” week, it felt like the longest week ever. I’m definitely ready for a nice relaxing weekend and I’m anxious for the warm weather ahead. I miss the days of leaving the house wearing nothing but my leather jacket. I’m bundled up to my eyeballs lately, sweater on top of sweater, puffy coat, gloves, scarf–I can’t do it anymore. I remember my first leather jacket like it was yesterday. I studied abroad in Florence, Italy and I was determined to find the perfect jacket. My friends and I stumbled on Massimo leather and we got exactly what we were hoping for. I chose a dark brown moto-esque leather jacket, and my friend went for the wild red (MJ inspired) one. They fitted me and adjusted the sleeves–a match made in leather jacket heaven. I studied in Italy for three months over the summer and by the end of July I was so anxious for fall to roll around, I almost wore my leather jacket on the plane ride home. Since then, I haven’t found another one quite like it. It’s timeless and remains to be a serious staple for me. However, on a recent trip home I decided to splurge and get myself an edgier leather jacket. After spending some time perusing leather jackets on the Internet and not finding one that ignited a spark, I ventured into ZARA and there it was, exactly what I needed. Yes– I NEEDED it. This black leather fitted jacket with ribbed shoulders is everything. Since my shoulders are relatively narrow, I always find it to difficult to find fitted coats if they’re not petite sizes. I was pleasantly surprised that it fit like a glove. No adjustments necessary. Thus, I crafted my ideal Friday night look with my sleeveless collared sweater layered under… you guessed it… the best leather jacket that ever lived. It’s such an easy, no-fuss look and while it’s definitely casual, it looks and feels luxe and high-end. I couldn’t help but slip on my new favorite black booties c/o Sperry. They’re definitely unlike anything I’ve seen from Sperry and I’m not surprised with how unbelievably comfortable they are. There’s nothing worse than wearing an achy shoe at a crowded bar on a Friday night. Am I right?