The Muse: Country Club

 I may or my not have been illegally trespassing on a golf course when I took these photos. I was on my way home and there it was. It was like I had no control over my car it just shot into the golf course's private road. Besides I figured wearing a polo shirt I could pass for a lady golfer. In truth I was quite an avid golfer in my youth. My father was president of a country club and it was one of the few ways we could spend weekends together. When I was about 10 or 11 he gave up golfing (mostly) and bought a boat, which he named the Usta Golf. WIth that name you would think we were rock stars, whenever he radioed a marina people got unusually excited, mainly because so many golfers usta golf in another life. That and it was cleaver funny name. Once we became a family that spent their weekends boating instead of golfing I lost all my skills, though I wouldn't mind taking it up again, though it is an expensive hobby. Then maybe I wouldn't have to break into the country club anymore to take outfit pictures. On second thought, delinquency is much more fun.

Shirt: Chaps, thrifted via Into the Wardrobe
Skirt: Talbots, thrifted via Wheeler School Clothing Sale
Purse: vintage, via Hall's on Broadway
Headband: Chic 2 Chic
Shoes: Lela Rose for Payless
Sunglasses: J. Marcel