So so much to love, this theater student is wearing her very own flawless complexion with her grandmother's handmade-by-hippie-1960s-SanFran-artisans bag and a croquet-on-the-lawn seersucker bustle skirt from Larue's in south Minneapolis. Wait, let's get a better look at that bag. Absolutely trippy. It used to have beads on it too. I think I'm getting a whiff of patchouli. Or something.