It's pouring rain. So odd to see after the non ending heat wave. I feel seriously cheated over summer. One of my favorite things about living in New York is how great the summers can be. Usually, in June the city clears out and it hangs around 60-70. Of course, the hot days come but not like this or for this long... So to have four-count them FOUR days of straight gray skies and constant mist, now pouring rain, it's gone from August for three months to late October. ENOUGH weather man. I'm holding you responsible.
So humor me and let me go to a wacky place. Swim caps. They've always fascinated me. Not the new sexless strange ones that people use at the Y but the beautiful old vintage ones like this:
What's great is that they're easy to find at fleas and because they don't fall into any of the "hot collecting" categories like industrial pieces or mid century or shabby chic, they're a bargain. These I spotted at Round Top, Texas and were $5.
Hum, wonder if they'll fit in at Main Beach, East Hampton this weekend?