When I was young and living in Eastern Washington, I remember walking through a particular field that was flooded with wildflowers and loving to pretend that I was a gypsy. I romanticized the wandering life, and often liked to dress up in colorful, flowing bohemian outfits to flit through that field and pick bachelor’s buttons and daisies, and imagine some rogue on a dark horse would sweep me away into a whirlwind life of travel and romance. This vintage boho dress perfectly recalls those fantasies of my preteen years. It’s really interesting blogging every day; it shows how much my clothing mood changes from day to day. One day, I…