Jean Jacket

There's a jean jacket slung over my chair in my room.
It's supposed to be too small, it fit me in third grade.
I wore it for picture day.
I still have the picture. It had a fluffy collar that I was shoving in everyone's faces, insisting they feel the fluffiness.
I forgot my glasses that day. Now, I still have the jacket.
The collar I took off and used it somewhere, but I haven't felt compelled to look for it yet. It has two chest pockets and two pocket pockets.
Then, the pockets were empty. Now, it contains surprises.
In one chest pocket is a paintbrush that does not fit. The other has some small pencils and a whistle. The actual collar, when you take off the extra fluff, is just plain denim. I've adorned it with five pins, to add some excitement.
Tomorrow is picture day. I'm going to wear my jean jacket and dangly earrings like you've never seen before and you probably won't find in anywhere. I'm going to wear a necklace, and maybe a mood ring.
I'm wearing my blue pants with silver stitching.
For shoes, I'm wearing my sneakers, and lucky socks just in case you were curious. ;)
I hope you're not curious enough to be wondering about my underwear, which I'm not telling you.
Shirt wise? My rainbow tye-die (die as in die if you don't like my t-shirt) t-shirt.
But it's all underneath my five-pinned, collar-missing, pockets full, not too small, jean jacket that fit me in third grade.