[Banana Republic tank, J.Crew belt, Cluce pants, Kate Spade heels, Louis Vuitton bag]
My parents own enough books to fill two small-town libraries. It’s both impressive and somewhat overwhelming. But the more amazing part is most of them have actually been read! So it won’t come as a big surprise that all five kids were reading by the age of four. If we ever said the words, “I’m bored,” then BAM–book in our lap. When that was done enough times, it became habit. I devoured the likes of Nancy Drew, Chronicles of Narnia, and the whole Roald Dahl collection(to this day his book The Witches may be the scariest thing ever). I wouldn’t have known it at the time, but those endless hours of page turning made me a dreamer. So even now when I’m terrible at making time for a new read, I crave that time of imagination or creativity.
On Sunday, E and I spent time walking down one of my favorite streets in Boston. And ever since we’ve been dating, we’ve had this little ritual of dreaming and scheming our life. So we talked about aspirations or collective goals and how we’re going to get there. It’s like drawing our own little storyboard (even though the pictures constantly change). Everything felt kind of dreamy and idyllic for the afternoon. I dressed the part for some city street style with this classic, minimal look of cropped crepe pants and a racerback tank.
