I don't think that this will be my most tropical summer of all time. Not that I spend all of my sunny months regularly drinking out of coconuts while wearing delightfully bright yet, somehow, still earth-toned pieces. But as it always happens, our summer is basically already full with weddings, bachelor & bachelorette parties and jaunts up north to Portland and Ashland to see our families. There's no big leisurely vacation in the works, psssshhhh. Secretly, I'm okay with that - especially if it means we can plan a better trip for the fall and winter and head somewhere cold together which is truly the type of trip I like more (#SnowAndFireplaceLoverForLife). Anyway, just because we ain't jetting off on a tropical excursion like the Brady Bunch, we do plan to hit up the next best thing here in the Bay Area: The world famous Tonga Room & Hurricane Bar. And if I'm going to dine at a place where faux-hurricanes shake the atmosphere (fauxurricanes? I'm so clever!) and all drinks come with a tacky yet adorable umbrella, I'm gonna need to look the part.
Bringin' the Tiki to us this summer. So as I say to myself every morning while willing myself away from the makeup brushes and out the door: That'll do Pig, that'll do.