The dog days are here. Yesterday, I passed a trio of towheads sitting cross-legged on a grassy front lawn, electric blue popsicles dripping down their chin, elbows, knees. Bikes piled haphazardly in the driveway, garden sprinkler a flurry.
My summer wardrobe has always been whittled down to the simplest tried-and-true basics. It’s just hot, so so hot, far too blazing to preoccupy oneself with accessories. Save for the occasional neckerchief and statement earrings, the barer the skin, the better. Bonus points if layered over a swimsuit. It’s comfort first around here, is what I’m saying. Linen dresses by the handful, these sandals on repeat. Easy does it.
And yes, for what it’s worth, ethically-made is a must for me. The more I allow myself to question fast fashion practices, the harder it is to justify a $39 dress that is perfectly vintage-inspired and wonderfully-hued and fits like a dream, but that was most certainly made by calloused hands of the choiceless.
(I am terribly unfun at Target, is also what I’m saying.)
And so, as it stands, I wind up with a few thoughtful pieces on heavy rotation – 2-3 times/week at least – and little else in the way of excess. The standbys? Below.
For the road trip enthusiast, this weekender is 5+ years old and going strong. (After my first trip to Ethiopia, I mindlessly threw it into the washing machine and it’s still miraculously kickin’, albeit faded.) Plus, it’s entirely foldable for under-the-bed-stashing between adventures. Made in Ho Chi Minh City.
A playsuit is my ultimate one-and-done. This romper (on sale!) is the loveliest shade of pistachio green, and long enough in the legs to actually romp around town in. 35+ feels too old to spend another minute adjusting certain undergarments, know what I mean? Handmade in India, by my beloved friends.
When the temps dance toward the lower 90s, this tank (first photo above) is the only denim I can really get behind. It’s cropped to perfection with plenty of room to breathe. Plus, it plays wonderfully with that vintage skirt you’ve stolen from your grandmother’s closet. Handmade in Mexico.
Marvelously gauzy with a surprisingly substantial weight, this dress is the go-to I reach for on the bleariest of days. I’ve worn it to farmers markets with sneakers and outdoor weddings with fancy earrings, and every single time, the compliments roll in. Highly recommend! Made in L.A.
FOR THE LITTLES
For day-to-day adventuring, I dress the kids in head-to-toe French terry cotton, and this gender-neutral tank wins for ease. Paired with cut-offs, it’s sized to grow with your kid (and quality enough to withstand the years!). Plus, it’s towel-soft and ever-cozy. Made in L.A.
It’s not every day a thirty-something raves about how well her swimsuit fits, but truth be told, this one-piece suit is endlessly flattering on a wide array of bodies. (For the two-piece fanatics, these are just as lovely and have held up well for the past three years.) Plenty of coverage with nary a wedgie in sight, can I get an Amen? Made in Minnesota.
What’re you wearing this summer? Tell me everything.