Hi everyone,
I finally opened "the box" yesterday. You know the one— it's filled with sarongs that still smell like salt air and swimsuits from last summer's best days. Suddenly it hit me: weeks, not months, until I'm jumping into the sea while the sun sets behind Es Vedra again. The best time of year.

I'm going to Europe next weekend, excited and terrified because work-wise (?!?!) I am not ready and taking a week off is impossible right now. 2025 crept up on me and I'm sitting here with a one-way ticket to France and very little planned.
Everything I do is because I want to, someday, live by the Sea with my family. The vision is clear: Sea with a big S (not the ocean), turquoise water, in my head the house is pink or red with white window trims (so roughly between Cannes and Praiano?) and there is direct access to the water but enough grounds for a fertile vegetable garden and a large umbrella pine to have lunch in the shade. My whole circadian rhythm revolves around summer. I'm trying (slowly) to stop hibernating through the other nine months. Daily spritzes on the fire escape, cooking for friends on random Tuesdays and biking in the sun, even in February, small stolen bits of summer smuggled into regular city life.
I've been saving suits and sarongs on Carted for months now—this hopeful little mood board of who I become when it's warm.

Sharing my ideal suitcases to imaginary vacations ahead :) There are almost no sunglasses because I’m struggling to find a pair I love that doesn’t totally look like something I already have.
Have a nice Sunday!
Melanie
Hotel du Couvent, Nice


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Omg the Perfumehead 1272 😍😎 so good!!
those etsy purses...so good.