Good morning, Tuesday. 'Twas a lovely weekend in Mass with one of my oldest friends from New York and her lovely family- had a lot of fun and saw their gorgeous house and children and grilled and chilled and all the rest. As I woke up Saturday morning in our pretty guest room, I was amazed at how long it's been since we have really gotten away- and it was a true trestament to how badly we need to, so the vacation planning must begin. Two nights away just ain't gonna cut it.Oh and ps, Summer is offically here- it's hot in the city and just like that- the girls are all wearing bare legs, pretty sandals, and ponytails. I love the change of seasons and the promise that it brings to try something new.
And as I got on the train this am to go to my freelance gig (at a place I very much like, ps), my mind wandered, as it often does, about this little fantasy of mine I've had every summer for as long as I can remember.
If I had the talent, I would whip up some lovely summer dresses and hit the road- I'd take an airsteam and make it over and serve mimosas and play lovely Brazilian music and Trojan Records era reggae and sell my wares all along the East coast beach towns. I have pictured this for many years, even before everyone else started getting the same mobile shop idea, and even before the food truck craze hit every town from here to there. I'm picturing a whole lot of glammed up hippie chic kaftans and easy dresses one could throw over a bathing suit and go out to dinner or cocktails, as well as maybe some yummy perfume that nobody's heard of or essential oils that give that tanned skin a pleasant glow. And maybe I'd even feature some hand tooled jewelry or thin little bangles that showcase a bronzed arm. I'd park that airstream in beach parking lots in Montauk, the Cape, Long Beach Island, and anywhere else the gals would be out in full force looking for something lovely to wear while soaking up all that delicious Vitamin D.
This is what I think about as I stand on the F train, confined by a subway car, and very much wishing I was smelling the salt air and not even thinking it's too early for an adult beverage. One day I will do this, I promise you. I've got to learn how to make a pattern or work with someone else who does, and then all of you can come visit me on the bus and get gorgeous. Just wanted to share a little bit of my fantasy life with you- I know, it's not the smutty fantasy you may have hoped for, but as you all know, fashion excites me and that's that. I keep coming back to this idea so it must be halfway decent and right. Mobile Maven is going to come to pass, because I live for beachy summers on the East Coast- I've missed them more than I can say, and even though Miami has one of the nicest beaches I've ever seen, it's not the same for me. And I'm guessing that if you, like me, are sititng in an office right now, you may have a few fantaasies of your own brewing when it comes to ways to spend the summer. Mine is all about making you all feel chic and lovely. I'm a noble girl.
Cause that's what's up this sweet mobile retail daydream of a Tuesday in New York City. I admit that I am living the dream (my dream of being back here), but one musn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, right darlings? All the love and sun and sand and surf and chicness. XO