Something about this particular rig on this particular day felt so right. Just effortlessly perfect for the moment. A little bit dressed up, a little bit undone. I don’t even mind my Little Spanky hairs on days like this. (Short hair can be harder to tame than it appears.)
That is the wonderful thing about classic wardrobe pieces. You can wear them over and over in hundreds of different combinations that suit your mood, the weather, the requirements of the day.
I did a fun little exercise with the White Shirt last year, for those of you who remember. Here, here, here, here, and here. The important thing is that, while each of these posts featured a different white shirt, I really could have chosen ONE white shirt to use for all of these outfit options.
I’m back at home, and getting back into the saddle this week after the perfect escape to the desert. More pictures of my trip, including the white I wore, to come. What were your weekend adventures?