You may have read awhile back about my obsessive love for beautiful polo shirts, and how sad I am when it is not polo season; those are typically the cold winter months when I pray for the first warm spring day, so I can strut my stuff in a polo shirt that is just like me: fashionable, yet quaintly understated.
Well, that day came last week, folks! Ironically, it was the same day of my wheelchair debacle (maybe it was my polo shirt that saved me from crossing the border into certifiable-rage territory). Check out these photos of my newest polo shirt. Don’t you love the combination of pink, orange and white? Think this will have all the boys chasing after me? 🙂