|...Away From NYC|

11. Summer Sixteen

Who knows how long, here we can stand still. Restless moments and heartbreak by the sea.

She smiled because it was the right thing to do on an overcast afternoon in summer.

I recently left NYC for a beachy summer away. In packing up my clothes, and then un-packing them again when I arrived, I gained a huge amount of closet clarity, and was able to make one of the biggest edits to my wardrobe yet. I have always found that travel illuminates the necessities, helping you choose less, more esthetically cohesive pieces to bring along. I can't wait to show you all what made the cut this summer! From shoes to denim, to tops and bags, I was able to weed out the un-needed, and bring items that will perfectly be mixed and matched for dreamy warm days in the sand.

Peace&Love, Claire

Shop The Look; High- Waisted Denim, Off The Shoulder White Top

Claire Leana Millar wearing Pixie Market Black Strap Off The Shoulder Top, ReDone High Waisted Jeans on a Beachy weekend getaway

|... Caught in the Rain|

My first Governors Ball with BFF Fran was a weather mystery! The gods were playing tricks on us all, with Day 1 being overcast and 70 degrees, (perfect for a festival), then came Day 2, where there were not enough pink ponchos to save us all from getting drenched in what seemed like hours of heavy rain. No weatherman could have, or did, predict the two random downpours that truly rained on everyones parade, but not my bag, that I quickly stuffed into a trash bag I begged a bartender for with anything else important I had on my person.

I love having friends like Fran who take every moment life gives you lemons and make lemonade! We all danced in the VIP lounge in the pouring rain and mud, to a DJ that refused to stop his set. My sweet dreams of seeing Kayne on Day 3, turned into a cancelation nightmare, as the organization made the judgment call to refund everyones ticket due to severe lightning concerns.

We left the festival running through puddles, and dodging other frantic drenched music lovers, to catch a bus back to the 125 and Lex train station, with nothing but laughs and stories to remember this Goves Ball 16. It was not the weekend we had planned for, but it was a perfect weekend none the less. By the time the subway let me off on 14h Street, my squeaky Converse, and my almost unshakable giggle fit, carried me safely back to the East Village. First QUICKLY into my shower, then off somewhere in dream land.

Peace, Love, & Dancing in the Rain, Claire