I just discovered fashion.

I, a self-proclaimed style ignoramus whose idea of dressing up is wearing a sweatshirt and jeans that do not have Artist's Choice spattered across the elbows and rear end, stumbled across Scott Schuman's famous (apparently--I had no clue) blog The Sartorialist.

And, oh, I mean, periodically I find the need to retire my extensive collection of large t-shirts. Pretty much every summer. But this summer, this one will be the one when I finally develop my Very Defined, Very Me sense of definitive personal style.

I think between my trip to Italy, my advancing age, and Scott Schuman, I am finally finding it necessary to invest in an image. A dirt-cheap, thrift store image.

It's not about following trends. It's about following my inner artist, the visual nut in me that appreciates silhouette and color and line.

And cute hats.