momchella

shorts (these are my FAVORITE cutoffs of all time. I size up one size to wear them lower on my hips for a little added length) | kimono (similar) | gladiator sandals (similar) | tank (similar) | sunglasses | photo by jnelly photography

I feel like social media is currently bombarding me with images of cute girls in their cropped tops, allll the fringe, and flower crowns galore. Because Coachella, y'all.

I always get a little jealous of these girls, and their 20 year old abs. Not to mention, their ability to stay awake past 9pm, and the aforementioned fringe. When I start feeling TOO envious though, I take a minute to remember that I would actually HATE Coachella. It's loud, late, hot, dirty, and, again, CROP TOPS. 

It DID get me thinking about what a MOM-chella might look like. Because I would be HERE FOR IT.

Location : Magnolia Silos with Chip and Joanna. Possibly a Target or Home Goods, if option A doesn't work out. 

Attire : sweatpants or better yet, pajamas. Non-elastic waistbands prohibited.

Performances : Wilson Phillips, No Doubt, Backstreet Boys, NKOTB, or basically any 90's group that reminds us of high school, and makes us forget we are old (ish). 

Food : Cupcakes. S'mores. Chocolate. WINE. (What's that? Wine isn't a food? At Momchella it is.)

Swag : Starbucks gift cards. Wine. Dyson Vacuum Cleaners. Unlimited Massages (of the non-creepy variety). More Cupcakes. A magical leprechaun that will fold all of our laundry. Forever. 

This all seems completely possible and entirely reasonable. Now who's gonna let me borrow their fringe sweatpants?

Until #momchella2018,

P.S. If you're like me, and enjoy a good boho moment any time of year, here are a few of my current festival-y pieces to enjoy. Or at least to wear around your living room, while pretending you're at Coachella.