Summer is freeing. It brings out my inner bohemian, and I just wish I had the accessories to match.
We have preconceived notions of what summer is supposed to be: bikinis, sun-kissed hair, the BEACH, popsicles, fireworks, watermelon.
And you know what, I have not yet experienced the sun-kissed hair, beachy, popsicley, fireworky, watermelony part of summer that many a commercial hath promised.
Worse yet, suburbia, aint nuttin like the Arcade Fire makes it out to be. There may be some truth to what those Canadians sing about, but sans the glamour and cute indie boys on bmx bikes.
So, I have to live the beachy Cali summer through the clothes, and the blogs, and the lookbooks: