Em has a little hippie blood flowing through her veins. Some of her direct ancestors are in the "hippie" sub-species. Exhibit A: her maternal grandparents, my mom and dad, circa 2007.
I love this photo.
I wouldn't say that I will intentionally dress Em in boho-chic styles, but I would say that seeing her in any sort of retro look will recall photos of me and my sisters when my very young mother was toting us around, rocking her hippie self. * Sigh * How I wish I had my mom's photos and a scanner. Instead, you will have to use your imagination and conjure up images of blonde little girls with Care Bears wearing "dungarees" (aka jeans) and "farmer joes" (overalls, similar to the ones my dad is wearing), pronounced "FAH-mah joes" with the proper Boston accent. You wear them while drinking out of a bubbler (BUB-lah, aka water fountain) and parking your car (no explanation necessary).
But back to the present, and one darn cute hippie baby. At least, she accessorizes that way.
Something about her outfit screamed "retro!" So I edited accordingly.
I really wish I could claim some level of hippie status. Maybe I'll age well. For now, I am just hippie-by-association.
I think I have hippie envy.
Because that hippie persona, that true free spirit, is something you can't fake. And I'm just too damn uptight to be a real bohemian. I'm a bit too yuppy. And that's okay.
Maybe my kids will grow up in a world that makes love, not war.
I'm not counting on it, but it sure would be nice.