Goose Your Boose

My dad, the English professor, has this saying he... says whenever he's talking about individual tastes.  However, it's in Latin and I have NO FREAKING IDEA what the man is saying.  I can't even repeat it, as I don't speak Latin.  However, it vaguely sounds like "goose your boose," so that's what I always think when talking about personal style.

Go ahead!  Goose your boose!  Wow, that kind of sounds dirty... Moving on.

I had to look human today for the TV.  This was the best I could do:

Trust me, I photograph better than I actually look.  I look like hell in real life.

Today's outfit were, per usual, all about the boots:

Yep, I'm wearing boots again.  Here's what else I'm wearing:

Navy cardigan with silver trim and buttons, The Loft (X-mas gift from my Dad and StepMom)
Navy tank top, The Loft (X-mas gift from my Dad and StepMom)
Grey leggings, Express (I love their leggings for true)
Cuffed black flat boots, Payless
White gold hoops, gift
E typewriter key necklace, gift from my bestie Laura

Close-up of the stuff:

I needed to wear something warm, comfy, and with flat shoes.  Thus, the boots - AGAIN.  On the plus side, I wear all the different black boots I own all the time.  As evidenced by this blog.