When shopping at Anthropologie, I spotted a handpainted jean skirt. The memories it brought back!
The following night arrived as did the group, including the one I thought was so adorable. I can still see him standing there wearing his Kahkis, a Madras jacket, and the biggest smile when our eyes connected. We danced, we talked, we told our life histories, and before the evening was over, we were business partners.
Rules were still followed back then. Pants were not allowed to be worn to class at this all female college unless the temperature dipped into the 30s,blue jean skirts were not permitted.
So, colorful jean skirts became the rage on campus that spring. I had heard there was a factory in the town where 'Jimmy' attended college and suggested that we go into business together. I would take orders in the sizes and colors of the girl's choice, and pass that information onto him. He would pick up boxes upon boxes of sherbet colored denim skirts
and bring them to me for delivery. It sounds easy, but it was a business. Hours on a pay phone, meetings, discussions about orders, getting to know each other and falling in love. I wonder if the denim skirts were the real reason we went into business or just a way to be together... Either way, we had a blast and this entrepreneurship led to the best business -