Easter shoes from Tarjay.
I assume New Yorkers don't dress for Easter Sunday with as much fervor as you'll find in the South.
This is my first Easter away from home.
Whether I was in college or 4 hours away from home and married, Easter Sunday called me home.
It feels strange that my attire this year includes jeans, albeit dressy ones.
Don't get me wrong, I think I was six the last time I wore a hat and gloves to church, but still.
Easter means Spring and seersucker and summer white.
And new shoes.
I couldn't let the tradition die.
Thank you, Target, for helping this Southern girl find a little piece
of all that's good & right in this world... wedges.
Because it's Easter, afterall.