Free People used to be my #1 crush.
I'd buy anything and everything with that lovely name stamped on the tag, regardless of it's surefire impracticality.
Then I outgrew my hippie stage, moved on to monochromatic ensembles, and really embraced the man within.
Now there's this.
A true testament to my total lack of continuity in that I go from cladding myself in combat boots and all black to fantasizing about my never-going-to-happen wedding at the drop of a . . .
What? It's not OK to wear sequined & fringed mini frocks as I parade down the aisle?
I think the fact that I say "parade" down the aisle denotes my misplaced romantic priorities.
Good thing I have other outlets for my affection.
All photos from Freepeople.com