It’s July, and I’m already too hot for comfort. Where is October? Having spent my entire life in Philadelphia, I know we won’t get a break in the heat until late September at the earliest, so if I have to sweat through it, I might as well do so in style. What better way to kick off the 7th month of the year than with a round-up of goodies I’m eyeing up. Stick me in a sun hat in front of a fan and my complaining will subside significantly (or feed me. I’m irritable when hungry or hot, ask anyone who has met me, ever). Not that I’m allowed to wear tank tops to work, but there’s something classic about a simple layering tank (combined with spf 50 on all my exposed skin). My brother’s new house has a pool, and the persistent begging of my nieces to come swimming with them made me realize I don’t own a bathing suit (false, I own several, I just have no idea where they are. I think the Closet Monster ate them all). This ruched one from J. Crew is elegant and stunning (I always think one-pieces are way sexier than bikinis). Bonus, all swimwear ships free. I’ve heard amazing things about Bobbi Brown Beach Body Oil, but I really just love the color and the bottle. And considering you either have to sedate me or bribe me to get me to the beach I’m more than happy to simulate the scent without having to deal with the sand.
And I’ve prayed to all the Shopping Gods already, but I’m close to doing a rain dance or a sacrifice or something to make that peach leather bag come back in stock. Wah.