Beachwear Game on Fleek

{Tabula Rasa caftan, Lanvin sandals, J. Crew Panama hat, Fendi cuff}

If there ever were a daytime outfit which summarized my beach-y sartorial sensibilities it would definitely be this exact look: A blue-and-white crochet tunic, Panama hat and studded sandals. It decidedly says MIAMI without shouting CHEESEBALL or I’M EASY or LOOK AT MY ASS! or BOOBS R US…if you catch my drift. You all know exactly what I’m talking about, right? 

Right-o, kids.

This past week has been a blur of birthday-centric events (Hooray! I’m 38! The big 4-0 is just a stone’s throw away!). Said celebrations took place at my favorite haunts in Miami — Jugo Fresh (for a fresh-pressed  Flaca Manzana juice with a bestie), Maktoto for lunch (die for their crunchy rice tuna), The Palm for dinner (would cut a betch for their hash browns and filet minion smothered in béarnaise sauce), and another dinner the next day at my parent’s house (mama made me my fave — roasted leg of lamb with potatoes). Um, FOOD COMA. Like, bring on the jeans with 98% elasticity, por favor.

In a concerted effort to forgo gaining 6 pounds during said birthday shenanigans, I took up several Barry’s Bootcamp classes this week like a psychotic psycho because that’s what freshly minted 38-year-old psychotic psychos do with their lives.

So helloooooo, 38! Please be good to me.