Another summer tradition here. Berry picking! Near our family cottage is a blueberry farm called the Sugar Shack. I truly believe that this place grows the very best blueberries in the world. And that’s saying something because I am an avid blueberry consumer. Fun fact: my grandma on my dad’s side was the very first customer to ever pick blueberries here. Ownership has changed since then but we still make it out at least once a summer to pick (and eat) the ripe little berries. We usually pick way too many, but luckily there’s no shortage of yummy recipes to make sure we use them all up. I made blueberry jam for the first time ever last week and my sister and I are planning a blueberry peach pie for this weekend.
Despite some light rain in the morning, I pulled out this XIX Palms number to wear to the farm. My dad didn’t let me hear the end of it. “You’re wearing a dress to the blueberry farm?!” Do it for the blog pics, pop. Do it for the blog pics. You guys don’t know the half of it when it comes to how much he makes fun of my clothes sometimes. Dads, amirite?
I’ve worn this dress several times already this summer, as it’s the perfect light fabric for warm days, and is baggy enough to hide my ever growing beer gut…just kidding but I’m pretty sure it’s going to show up sooner or later since I’ve recently discovered I quite like beer. So when it does, this dress will be my uniform!
Can’t believe how quickly summer is flying by. Trying to take advantage of every damn day at the lake! Have a lovely weekend.
XIX Palms dress. Vintage denim shirt. Vintage basket bag. Converse sneakers.
Photos by Claire Galloway.