SUMMER 2026 EDITION
Summer bags are a lie. They look like a wicker basket on Instagram and contain, in real life, the entire CVS skincare aisle.
Mine has: sunscreen (SPF 50, reapplied never), a tube of butter-yellow nail polish for emergency touch-ups, lip balm that has melted twice, a linen scrunchie I forgot was in there, three sets of carbuds – none charged – and a tortoiseshell hair claw I bought because Sofia Richie has one.
Then the essentials nobody admits to: blister plasters from that one wedding, a Polaroid
I keep meaning to frame, a folded shopping list in Italian I cannot read, and €1.20 in coins from a country I haven’t been to since 2023.
There’s also a book. I will not read it. It comes anyway.
The bag is heavy. The look is light. That’s the trick.
