- Maxi dresses, for those hot—albeit a little rare this year—days when I’m feeling like a boho princess. Or perhaps I’m just too lazy to put on pants? You’ll never know.
- Late night texts
- Summer sun: the goal is to be the color of that perfect iced cappuccino
- Bachata
- Iced water spiked with lemon juice
- Catching up with old friends
- Leona Lewis, J. Cole, A$AP Rocky, Kid Cudi, Toby Love. Windows down, hair up—it’s too bad I’m stuck in the driver’s seat.
- Espresso-flavored frozen yogurt piled high with strawberries, raspberries, blueberries, blackberries, itty-bitty mochi balls, and carob chips. Phew—what a mouthful (but actually).
- Better than a self-serve froyo bar? Having someone surprise you with the perfect cup with all your favorites.
- Being back in the Mario Badescu office!
- Jumpsuits—again, for the evenings when I can’t be bothered with fussing over the hemline of a little dress and hate to be bothered with the prospects of having to dress myself in two separate items of clothing. They’re so manrepelling, it’s awesome. (Editor’s note: The aforementioned theory has been disconfirmed, to the author’s disappointment.)
- Having a salsa professional ask to work with—and perform (gulp!) with me in the late summer. AHH.
- Gold earrings. Hoops, drops, jangly thing—the bigger, the better.
- Waking up tangled between white, rumpled sheets.
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xx
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