Bohemian Rhapsody

{Lips are MAC Russian Red}

My father had these rules for us growing up when we would attend Mass. No sneakers. No Jeans. No T-shirts. I was the little girl who only wore pants. The tomboy. It was like forcing a square peg in a round hole trying to force me to dress up. My baby sister was the girly one growing up wearing pink and ruffles and lace. Sunday trips to church these days I have been leaning more and more to wearing dresses. There is an effortlessness about them. Never say never right?? Paisley is not something I would normally seek out because of our natural tenancy to associate it with something my grandmother would wear, or maybe because it can come across a little too stiff. But give it a free spirited flowy vibe and I am all in. Happy Father's Day Dad. Miss you.

{Ralph Lauren Denim and Supply dress - on sale, Boden sandals - last season, RayBan Aviators, JCrew clutch - old}