We’ve arrived at the part of winter where I’d sell the rest of my soul for a one-way ticket to hell—or even Jacksonville, FL, God forbid—just to experience anything above 50 degrees again. Honestly, the only thing keeping me out of Satan’s grasp at this point is a beach trip I have at the end of the month, and I think shopping for it cured my seasonal affective disorder. Here are a few things I’m buying and/or channeling for my trip. Hope it makes you feel sunny.
xx CG