For a New England girl, I happen to love the Southern tradition of the Kentucky Derby. I mean, give me some seersucker, bow sashes, and floppy hats any day and I’ll be happy, so I guess the Derby is really just an excuse… either way, I plan on betting some mint juleps this Saturday! Will you be celebrating? Or at least dressing for the occasion?
I’m back to posting today because I know we have to at least attempt to return to a sense of normalcy around here. Monday’s events are still first on my mind, and my thoughts and prayers are still with the victims and all affected.
I’m just about done with pants for the year. And tights. Unless they are of a pastel color, pants are out and it’s dresses and skirts with bare legs from here on out. Until they no longer cause extreme goosebumps (seen below), oxfords and lower leg-covering footwear are in.
A little themed OOTD in honor of Andy Murray’s grand slam U.S. Open win yesterday! In all fairness, I did used to play tennis myself. Many summers in fact, though I never did get over my fear of King of the Court, and my hand-eye coordination has always been supremely mediocre. It was all Love for this girl.
I’ve been denying Labor Day’s unavoidable and eminent arrival for a while now. (This is why I don’t do seasonal bucket lists– I never get to quite everything I want to!) But Labor Day Weekend is here and I’m heading home to the beach for the first half of it, so might as well embrace it.
Even though my family has only recently joined me in New England, we would spend every August of my childhood in the very same town they live in now, and one of my most vivid memories is how chilly those summer nights on the water could get there! So as we share Dark & Stormys on the Adirondaks as the sun goes down + the sunset canon goes off, and say goodbye to summer this weekend, this would be my ideal outfit.
Please don’t go away and leave me without opportunity to wear bright blues and sundresses and plaid picnic-ready purses and nautical jewelry and ballet flats that don’t require tights. I promise I’ll be better about embracing you. No more subways when I can walk and no more warm nights spent inside.