Back from a few days of living out of a suitcase and the suitcase is still very much living on my bedroom floor. I haven't unpacked mostly because I'm back on the road for work in less than a week. It hardly seems worth disturbing the ecosystem. So I'm in that funny in-between state where I'm technically back to business, but everything is still being viewed through a summer-travel filter. Maybe that's why a whimsical block print blouse, below, with short shorts (you can’t even see them!) feels like perfectly reasonable workwear. Or why I'm less interested in operating by the normal rules. Travel has a funny way of doing that. You spend a few weeks breaking routine, wandering instead of scheduling, trying things because they're there and some of that mindset sneaks home with you. I'm beginning to wonder if the best souvenir isn't something I pack in my suitcase but coming home ever so slightly rearranged. A few things I brought back from Long Island, courtesy of my in-the-know friends: the new leather butter yellow pouch from The Horse, above, which I personalized yesterday with a Tory Burch fish bag charm and an old pom pom whose long origins I’ve long since forgotten; Needed Hydration Support’s travel-friendly electrolyte and trace mineral sachets for my water bottle—the grapefruit flavor is my fave!), the Dibs Highlights Stick and brush to amplify my Hamptons-made bronze-y glow; and the Pistola denim shorts (below) that hit the exact right slouchy sweet spot. Below are a few more pieces that feel like they're operating in summertime limbo: my new Rowie silk shirt, pictured below, this leather-trimmed(!) Frame tank top, this tasseled Zara tote bag, the $65 Cos dress (with Prada vibes), and this boxy lace mini dress. All poised to go back into the suitcase!