Delicate gold anklets are one of those things that I've always loved but have never owned for whatever reason. I think I was worried that I'd buy one only to have it catch on something and snap off 24 hours later, but no: Kendrick bought me one for my birthday - a full 2 1/2 months ago - and the thing is still ticking (and hasn't left my foot once).
(That is a very large photo of my foot. I'm sorry about that.)
Anyway, I love anklets.
This look is like an updated version of my standard silhouette: a lightweight silk shell instead of a slouchy tee and cropped jeans instead of cutoff shorts. In other words, it's the grownup version of how I usually look (but still comfortable enough to feel great in the summer heat), making it the perfect solution for daytime meetings in the city followed by a dinner date overlooking the river.
I love the print on these jeans - it's very Summer In Nantucket, and the beautiful, retro paisley print balances nicely with the just-right length of the jeans. These jeans are also really comfortable - they hit right under the belly button and have a slimming fit that works with either heels or flats. (They also run slightly big, so definitely go down a size if you're going to order them online.)
Meet the toy car that hangs out in my handbag 100% of the time.
What I wore all weekend: a look that's hinting at the fact that I'm getting excited for fall clothing (hats! silky button-downs! brown leather!) but still light enough for midsummer.
(Mostly excited about the hat. I bought it at Anthropologie last fall, decided for some reason to store it on a hidden shelf in my closet, and completely forgot I owned it until two weeks ago when I rediscovered it and glued it to my head.)
It's so hot these days.
It has been all summer, actually. I don't know what's going on on the East Coast lately, but honestly: it feels like living in the tropics, what with the constant thunderstorms (the rain deposited another huge branch in our yard last night), ten thousand percent humidity and general mugginess.
It's the kind of hot that makes me give up. There's no point in wearing makeup; it slides right off. There's no point in blow-drying my hair; my bangs do the weird thing that they do within seconds, and the only solution is to tuck them away. There's no point in getting dressed; having anything but air conditioned air on my skin feels miserable.
Except...although nudity may be de rigueur in some towns, it might make my neighbors think I'm weird, and we already have enough of that.
