Dress, Belt, Clutch: Anthropologie Necklace: The Bauble Dept.
Riley and I happened across this gorgeous field the other day, and I immediately had romantic visions of a picturesque frolic through the wildflowers...
Reality check. There was no frolicking. Instead, I stumbled around awkwardly in 3 inch wedges on the steep slope and uneven terrain. It was a jungle of vicious insects and vile poison ivy, both of which left their signatures all up and down my legs. Obviously, I put on my bravest face. Because, when your husband is willing to pull the car over, get out, and play photographer, there's just no backing down.
Or whining. Absolutely no whining.