Because I didn’t go frolicking in any fields with flowers in my hair today.
And a long flowy dress like this begs to be frolicked in. Especially when paired with a vest and a long beaded necklace.
I bought it in Turkey from a man named Erol who fell in love with my sister-in-law.
“Hiiiiii Jaclyn!” he would yell from across the street as she came out of our hotel. Morning. Noon. And night.
When I bought the dress, Erol gave me the Jaclyn discount. Because it’s not what you know, it’s who.