We had to fill out one of those doctor’s questionnaires recently that you seem to constantly have to fill out as a parent. When did your child turn from his back to his belly for the first time? When did he crawl? When did he walk? We couldn’t recall immediately. Although we probably thought in each of those moments that we’d never forget them.
I’m spending my summer vacation on the Baltic Sea this year. Which isn’t going to stop me from packing at least one caftan. You might think that’s needlessly optimistic. But! The caftan is a piece of clothing that’s cause for optimism. The main reason being that nothing is easier to wear in the summer, whether you’re in Berlin, on a small Danish island or in a finca on Mallorca. Just pull it over your head – done.
Two more days and we’re of to Denmark for a week of hanging out at my parents’ summer house, eating soft ice by the liter and building sand castles that Arlo will surely demolish with his incredible two-year-old energy – and my goodness, is he two at the moment! The weather forecast is for 18 degrees, cloudy with a chance of rain. I’m packing my new panama hat anyway. I found it, once again, at the farmer’s market on Kollwitzplatz here in Berlin, where a very knowledgable hat vendor sets up shop during the summer months. He’s very good about giving advice on how to care for straw hats. He’s also very good about holding up a mirror when you can’t decide between three hat styles for absolute ages.
Every style rule needs an exception. Like, if you wore a trend the first time around, you’re old enough to know better when it comes back for a second time.