In the USA, we have a few patriotic weekends approaching. I support showing country pride, but American flag bikinis are a bit too literal, and tacky, for my taste. I prefer a less obvious homage to the stars and stripes (oh, and a bit more coverage).
I feel I must apologize for the sad, droopy boobs in today’s photos. My trusty nude bra is in the wash, so I had to wear an old one and it was not up to the task. Sometimes, being a woman is such a pain.
Blouse, INC (thrifted). Belt, Hyde Collection. Skirt, Carole Little (thrifted). Shoes, Isaac Mizrahi. Earrings, Claire’s. Bag, Croft & Barrow.
It’s a pain to be a super fluffy dog, too. Jackson got a giant mat in his tail (I think from a burr) and by the time we had it cut out, he had worried it enough to create a hot spot. Now he’s on antibiotics and steroids and wearing the cone of shame. Womp womp.
The first few days with this haircut, I complained about my head’s sensitivity to cold and drafts. This week, we’re expecting temps in the 80s and 90s, so I’m glad to have my summer cut. No more complaining about a cold head from me!
Dress, Peter Som for Kohl’s. Scarf, Calypso St. Barth for Target. Shoes, Prabal Gurung for Target. Sunglasses, Marc Jacobs. Bag, SheBoBo.
Jackson got a haircut, too!
On Saturday, I chaperoned a group of kids at Walk on the Wildside, an event celebrating the environment and wildlife. On Sunday, I climbed onto my neighbor’s garage roof to spread reflective tarps that keep her grooming business cooler.