I would tend to say that in my fashion I march to my own drum. Some days I feel completely tone deaf. My boyfriend doesn't resist telling me either.
However lately I've started keeping this crazy thing on my computer called "inspiration".
|Skirt: Tommy Bahama, Shirt: Loft, Belt: Thrifted, Sunglasses: Ray Ban Shoes: Steve Madden|
And even though Tommy Bahama may scream sophistication for a 54 year man on a golf course (with a mint julep) today, it also screams fashionable standing against some art (that wanted so bad to match my outfit, it was basically begging for me to stand in front of it lookin' tough).