Pinch me, it can NOT be the middle of July. One thing is for certain, it's hotter than Hades here in Boston. I wore jeans over the weekend because I was on a boat (more on that in an upcoming post) and am deathly afraid of sunburning my northern European skin. Melanoma aside, it was a huge mistake.
On that note, all I want to wear are what's below. Work appropriate? Er, no. Breezy and beautiful? Yesssss. I want to make a Mrs. Roper or Dorothy Zbornak joke here, but fear that no one will get it. And that's just gonna make me feel old. So without any more build up, let me present:
