A little less than a month away from the official start of summer; still, the storm season has begun here in South Florida. With the afternoon thunderstorms and surface of the sun heat comes playful gingham, breezy tunics, dips in the ocean, and delicious slices of watermelon. Is there anything more delicious than drops of juice dripping from your hands and chin on a hot day and a jump into a seemingly freezing pool to wash the sticky sugar from your skin? As for the storms, they do serve a purpose. After that exhausting heat, a nap will be in order to the sound of thunder and pouring rain on the windowsills.

unknown, camila akrans, feaverish photography, kate moss by mario sorrenti

I confess, I have a horrible case of wanderlust and escapism. I thrive off random jaunts to both familiar and unknown places. {I would regret not traveling more than anything.} I retreat into my imagination frequently and can’t stand to feel caged. You’ll find me staring out the window or off into nothing. I thrive on imagination. Change. Unknown. I need adventure. I need to escape.
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images from apartment therapy & here

There’s a certain simplicity to the images above.

A garland of flowers enhancing natures superior beauty. A rudimentary trinket, like a tiny bicycle made of wire. Cool wet sand under your fingertips with the sun beaming gently on your shoulders and a light breeze whipping a few stray strands across your face. A stark white yurt in the middle of a mossy green forest.

Simple. Beautiful. Soothing.

For several months, bloggers have been detailing what makes their life beautiful in the Everyday Beautiful Life series. The most frequently mentioned were love and flowers. I’ve spent the past year reevaluating and redefining what’s important. The series, along with the discovery of other bloggers, and my own experiences has made me think:

What do we really need in our lives? Not a whole lot. What does it take to make out everyday life a bit more beautiful? Turns out, not a whole lot, either.

lace & tea, upon a fold, here, & christian weber

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I’ve recently acquired a hammock in which I’ve spent a good deal of time with Ms. Lola by my side. In my childhood, I often laid on a hammock listening to the wind whisper through the pines and the windchimes ring until I fell asleep. I still enjoy swaying a few feet from the ground, but feeling as if I were a hundreds of feet up in a cloud. All the times I’ve spent swaying in a hammock, I wish to do so by the sea. Yes, I have not had the opportunity to relax suspended above the sand or on the porch of a beach house, despite my living in Florida. It’s a shame. I’ll have to remedy this…
david bellemere for marie claire italia