Coachella is in full swing! And I’m not there. Not for one day of it. Oh I did receive a few tempting invites (yes, that’s my way of saying “I’m still cool!”), but life in the mommy-hood can make disappearing into the desert look more like abandonment than the pursuit of sheer blissful abandon. Still, like so many others, I am feeling the spirit and thinking about music festival looks. Fringe, lots of bared skin, an ankle boot, probably a body chain, definitely a head piece. But this kind of prescriptive dressing has begun to feel a little, um, contrived. Less, “I’m beating to my own drum” and more “step in line”. More bogus than Boho. You get the point.

Don’t get me wrong. If you want to spot me at Coachella one year, just look for the flower crown. I’m not too proud! But here, for argument’s sake, a music festival look that incorporates none of the aforementioned! I say, if Queen Bey is wearing a long dress to Coachella then, damn it, so am I! I imagine I might wear this dress while breezing through the desert, or swaying with the crowds to some transporting music on a weekend to remember. What would you wear to a music festival? Or, if you’re actually en route, or in the middle of some enviable debauchery, how did you adorn your beautiful self? Please share! I promise to do the same. Next stop? Glastonbury! Now, where did I put those galoshes…?