You bought it on the side of the road/at a fair/at a flea market/from a maker in Mexico, etc... here's how to wear it.

Plus: I am getting into the swing of New England dressing. What I wore all week.

Summer! It’s risky. Ok maybe not REALLY risky. (Gratefully have bypassed Hamptons shares ala Summer House - toe sucking! - and SATC - crabs!) But if your enemy is owning things you don’t use, it’s risky. I am constantly in some state of paring down/selling off. And summer’s rife with emotional, once-in-a-lifetime (!) shopping moments. Honestly, the word “marketplace” makes me have to take a few yoga breaths. It can end with some weird thing on your bedside table that feels as regrettable as some weirdo in your bed might.

As with most things, growing up and knowing myself has made me better at knowing what I want and don’t want, even with the magical salty Greek air (or a musty roadside bargain) in my nostrils.

But like the room service waiter summer boyfriend who got jealous when I needed to study in the fall, the most exciting summer pickup can be hard to incorporate into real life.

So I challenged you (and me) to try making these summer loves our own, at least for a week. (See the challenge/planning on ig here.) And learned a lot in the process.