I usually welcome Anthropologie email blasts with open arms, but when I saw the word BOOTS and FALL - my heart sank and I quickly deleted the email (of course not before I got a screenshot for you).
Summer is my favorite season and I'd rather sweat to death than freeze, so it pains me to be reminded that it's almost August which means that Labor Day is just around the bend. Why does Winter feel like the period during a beach vacation that just won't let up? And summer... well, I guess it's like the wedding reception that took 6+ months to plan but whizzed by in 6-seconds.
So bust out the tank tops, denim shorts, spare ribs, corn on the cob, flip-flops and coral blazoned toe nails while we can (I don't want to hear it Californians!! and yes you too down there!)