I remember being new to the congregation, around age 11, and going to Sunday night service in my favorite acid-washed jeans, styled in perfect, early 90's fashion with big holes in the knees and black lace patches underneath. Golly, those were so awesome. Admittedly, they weren't exactly appropriate for the time and place. I wonder how my new pal Emily had felt about having to tote around the little heathen (me).
A few years later the "dress code" got a little more lenient, but I still wanted to display my rebellious ways, so instead of wearing a pretty dress on Easter Sunday, I wore jeans decorated with pastel sequins down the front...to be "formal", of course. Those were pretty awesome too.
Now, it doesn't matter. I could show up in a bath robe and no one would care. Not that I encourage standards quite that low...wouldn't want church to get weird or anything.
Necklace: so very old
Sweater: Kensie via Macy'sTee: Miley Cyrus via Walmart
Jeans: Lux, thrifted via Valu Thrift