I can't wait to wear pretty vintage dresses and carry summery handbags. When I can put away the pashminas for little silk scarves. When pretty shoes don't get full of snow and I can ignore the sock drawer completely.
I can't wait to fill my brain with bubbly summertime music.
I want to have picnics down by the river involving fancy cheeses and jazz cigarettes. Taking pictures and reading books and watching pretty things happen.
I want to get friends together to play sports. T-ball tournaments and soccer games with drinks on an outdoor patio afterward to celebrate our athletic ineptitude.
I want to visit one my dearest friends in Toronto and perhaps coerce her into exploring New York together.
I want to set up elaborate schemes of fans to attempt to cool my apartment down to a livable temperature and then ruin the delicate balance by filling my apartment with the heat-producing bodies of good friends.
I want to roast weenies and mallows.
I want to grow a few fresh vegetables on my little balcony in pretty pots.
O how I long for long days. Not having to think about mittens and layers of sweaters and such. Tans. Brews in backyards. BBQ. Road trips. Fishing. Sailing. Canoeing.
Bicycle rides. Riding Princess Buttercup to get fresh produce and red wine. Riding her to Nellie's Diner for an amazing breakfast. Riding her with friends. Riding for no reason.
I want a pair of roller skates. I want more hats. More dresses. More time spent frolicking in open fields.
I would also love to know what sort of exciting things you're looking forward to this summer.
