It's takes a rare moment to hear me scream and shout {i scream for ice cream} ... over a top.
A Party Top
Such was the case when I dressed beach casual for a late afternoon of beers by the sand.
This drop back top flashed me back to high school when I used to drop a bare back like it was a cold shoulder; when yesterday's back bone was today's cheek bone. Now, at 51 percent low brow and 49 percent high brow, I went there, with chills down my spine.
An anti-Elshane moment {party tops are for people who wear jeans-- and I, of course, don't} in the making, I threw my mind in reverse and went back to high school. Grabbed a double scoop and a cold beer and let my smile do the talking.
And yes, I'd do it again.