I'm in my own misadventure.
I suppose you could say I'm an unexpected fashionista, or I am privy to the one living in the back of my head. I wake up every morning without knowledge of who I will be that day, or what I will do. Sometimes it's a cardigan that defines that, and other times it's my ink-stained palms that announce to the rest of the world that I've been writing - again. I'm just trying to dress for the special occasion that is living to breathe and write another day, no matter what that may mean. Style is personal to each and every one of us, don't forget to reflect who you are when you open your drawers in the morning. That's the best look you can get, and one that nobody can copy.