Sharp Dressed Man...

After a sumptuous dinner at the Tiger Den, on my way to my seat I spotted Craig Monroe.  C. Mo.!- I shrieked like a teen at a Justin Bieber concert.  Stopping in my tracks, I was happy that my sunnies covered my star shaped eyes.  C. Mo, I gushed, I watch all the game broadcasts just to see what you are wearing!  Any chance you would let me have a photo op?  Sure, he says and putting down his Caesar slice, leaned over and sweetly posed with me.  Let me see what you have on, I said.  He obliged me with a twirl and we laughed that even with his gorgeous suit, he had on Converse kicks that matched the ones I had on.  We bonded instantly..

I am a sucker for a sharp dressed man.  I love creative, thought out looks on a man that is not afraid to show that side of himself.  Craig's perfectly tailored suit with a crisp white shirt, skinny pants, and a contrasting silk pocket square topped of with his high tops were perfection.  We don't have to even discuss his also perfect physique and whatever cologne he was wearing. (Okay-tiny crush here...)

I told him that he was next weeks blogstar.  He flashed me his smile (more perfection), and got back to his slice.  I made my way down to my seat, still a little starstruck.  We miserably lost the game but I still had a cool 'Detroit Tiger' experience. 

I mused later on how much I love the fact that my husband is also a clotheshorse and an incredibly stylish dresser.  Whether you dress up or dress down-no matter-just own it and be comfortable in your skin and style.  It's a confidence thing.

Thank you Craig Monroe for indulging an old, suburban chick.  You're MY Tiger!  xo