It's Friday. In September. So that means you best get out there and soak up that last bit of summer. The right way...Palm Springs-like poolside...like Slim Aarons and his fab friends were so adept at doing:
P.S. I am that girl who watches the background set design of movies vs. paying attention to the storyline, and notices the wallpaper, furniture, lighting, etc. in TV shows, movies, books, what-have-you. So I, of course, immediately started fawning over the furniture in this photo. Just look at those white egg chairs...on legs! And that sloping upholstered lounge chair. And that tulip table on the right. And those natural rattan dining chairs. Not to mention the architecture...white, smooth stucco with Morroccan-esque archways. And palm plants galore in sleek, white planters. Not gonna lie...sort of wish my hubby would sport bright yellow pants and a printed jacket with no shirt. And a fedora. While I lounged in a pink caftan, waiting ever-so-patiently for my butler to pour me a martini. I was born for the 70s...in Palm Springs.