To you, my love.

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 . . . 

dress. 

 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.

#materialism

Cheers.

All photos from Freepeople.com