For a few years I’ve been coveting this belt–the buckle is the seatbelt from a Mustang. So John picked it up for me yesterday as a random surprise (john: you rock!). So of course I had to wear it to church today so I could feel extra fancy as I worshiped in Friends’ Meeting.
Note: I drove a vintage 70s mustang in high school, courtesy of my deceased grandpa (it’d been his car until his death). That car was coo-oool, down to the peeling-off vinyl on the top and to the driver’s side door that came completely off the hinges whenever it was opened (I often entered the car ‘Dukes of Hazard’ style to avoid the door issue). My nostalgia for the “Crus-tang” is still strong. And now I can revel in that each time I put on my pants. :)