Sunday mornings (particularly in the south) are reserved for church and then a late lunch following the service. I grew up this way and many of my friends did as well. My favorite part of this tradition as a young teen was picking out what I wanted to wear! It irks me to think of the hideous outfits I wore assuming that I looked super cute. I vividly remember a blue, flowery dress that I was convinced would look amazing with this pink cowboy hat I had (totally Lizzie McGuire style). I cringe at the thought. Luckily, my style is a bit more sophisticated now. I put together this outfit hoping to redeem myself from those days of bad fashion. Most of what you see here none of us can afford but a girl can dream (and duplicate with something cheaper if she must). Tell me what you think! Any funny memories of fashion crimes you committed growing up? Let me know with a comment below!