So, hey, hey, we've made it to the longest day, and here's what I'd like to do: load up an insulated basket with sandwiches (some with soppressata sliced very, very thin, thickly stacked on very white, very soft bread, and nothing else; some with tomato and Kewpie), cherries and nectarines packed on ice, matchstick shards of crisp carrots and celery, a jar of olives and a jar of pickles, lots of potato chips (flat, not ridged), sugar wafers, bottles of extremely fizzy water, and mini cans of Coca-Cola. My dearest friends would not be scattered far and wide; they'd all be here, and we'd all troop off, bumping baskets against hips and shins, to find a particularly splendid tree. We throw down a blanket and after feasting and gabbing, I'd unroll
long sheets of paper and weigh them down with rocks and empty bottles. We'd fill the olive jar with water and pull out a set of paints and
trace the shadows of leaves and branches, marking the places where we cannot see the light. And then it would be time to pack up and find some ice cream and wait for the fireflies to come out. I saw the first ones of the summer this week, in between the thunderstorms.
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Labo.Art Camicia Leva top in sushi /
Toast macro gingham lightweight linen pants /
insulated Bondi picnic hamper by Woven /
Golden Rabbit marbled enamel plate /
Irodori Kobako watercolor set in graphite /
Melin Tregwynt blanket in Catkin /
Cirque NSFW jelly polish /
Moonstar "Lite Prim" sneakers /
Ted Muehling onyx acorn earrings /
Dezso gold wire necklace /
Victorian engraved foliage ring /
Le Sibelle micromosaic butterfly ring.
