5, 4, 3 , 2…I am counting down the days to summertime! Real talk: I looooove summer. Growing up on the Jersey Shore, summertime means burning one’s epidermis to channel sandpaper or Magda from There’s Something About Mary (pick your poison), clambakes aplenty, copious hot dogs (from those dingy hot dog stands lining the beach manned by creepy sunburned specimens), soft serve ice cream coated in cellulite-inducing chocolate dip, cardigan weather at night, loads of lobsta,
and making out under the boardwalk if you’re of age 13.
Right now, I’ve got this Elan dress on repeat because I have this odd obsession with all-things chambray and I don’t have to wear a bra with it. WINNING! Total twofer in my book!
With the first day of summer looming in weeks, what do you yearn for most?