The other morning I woke up still in my swimming suit. Not very comfortable to sleep with a bandeau knot on your back…but waking up in a swimming suit is otherwise glorious, because it means it’s summertime. Hooray. I’ve been all over the beach this summer, and I can’t get enough of it. I couldn’t commit to any beach days last weekend, but I was able to get to Central Park and lounge with some girlfriends. Not the same, but I-along with half of Manhattan, enjoyed a hot day laying in the grass with my swimsuit on.
As per my usual daily life, I got curious as to how I could jazz up my hair. It’s so unfair that my hair doesn’t get to enjoy wearing a swimsuit, right? Wrong! because it does! it enjoys a string hairkini. (in my head that sounded hilarious. typed out it’s just silly.)
I removed the strap to my swimsuit and put my hair up in it like it’s little hair boss. Hair-swimsuit issue solved.
I’m topless in the photo below. (no i’m not).
Although, it’s legal here in NYC to be a lady and topless wherever you like.
Happy weekend. It’s not a success unless I wear a swimsuit. Hoping to report a victory come Monday.