This summer, we’ve been sweating the small stuff, the big stuff and everything in between. Literally. Despite rolling heat waves and apocalyptic-looking skies, we haven’t stopped lounging for hours poolside, spending a little too much on summer apparel, or indulging in many frozen treats to cool off. Here’s how we’re sweating.
Sweaty hands from the cold foam at La Saison bakery, dangerously close to our home in Cambridge.
Instead of joining in on the Boston slander (which is just too easy), I’ve decided to embrace my new (old) city and appreciate the places that really are exceptional, like this Persian bakery with its feta-zaatar sones, perfect olive sourdough loaves, and my newest discovery: their creamy, decadent, coconut cold foam. By the time I get home, though, my hands are both frozen and sweaty… maybe I should invest in a Karryokah?
Still sweating post-shower, but less when I get my hands on the Autumn Sonata robe.
I’m a big robe girl these days. I love to fall asleep in one after the mid-afternoon shower. The one I’m currently working with was a wedding gift that’s gotten a little ratty, and I’ve got my eyes on this beautiful, patterned robe with a little button at the top for extra security.
No-sweat oral care system from Köppen.
I started with their beautiful copper tongue scraper to replace a gross, old one, and then they generously shared the entire system with me. I was once a brush 2x a day and floss (most nights) kinda girl, but their whole system has me stepping it up. Each item is more beautiful than the last, and it makes me enjoy the whole process the way I do skincare. I especially love the floss and mouthwash (which comes with a tiny beaker).
Sweat-no-more with a homemade raspberry-lime-rickey.
It’s extra tart due to Natalie’s lime juice and sweetened with 100% French raspberry juice puree. The recipe is simple: lots, lots, then even more nugget ice, mostly seltzer, a large splash of lime juice, and a smaller splash of raspberry, then mix with your metal straw and sip.
Sweating in my new hat from Honolulu Pawn Shop.
A cool girl I met at the Fort Greene farmer’s market posted this brand on her story and I was upset I hadn’t heard about them until now! Some of you may know I’ve been on a years long journey to learn how to surf and while I’m still very much in my novice era, I feel justifiably swagged out in their Queens to Queens collection.
Sweating from five flights of stairs at the Judd Foundation visit and tour.
This was everything an architecture tour should be: informative, intimate, with zero pressure to engage beyond just luxuriating in the genius of the factory-turned home and studio. Now prototyping floor light switches, closet sinks, and bench rugs.
Sweating while preheating my oven for Chez Panisses’ Blueberry Cobbler.
If bluebs must be cooked (lets say, to avoid a parasite) this is the only way to eat them: bubbling in a delicate mixture of sugar and lemon zest (this is my own addition) framed by buttery bits of biscuit-like topping. It’s as good in the morning with yogurt as it is as dessert topped with vanilla bean ice cream.
[Not] sweating in my new linen sheets courtesy of Thuma.
Sleeping in my Thuma sheets on my Thuma bedframe is the equivalent of wearing a matching PJ set. I don’t necessarily need it to sleep, but waking up and making my bed just feels a bit more delightful and cinematic when this level of coordination is involved.
And finally…showering with Welcome Soap.
On my recent adventure around California, a friend and I entered our accommodations eager to explore every nook and cranny of the Sea Ranch property we had somehow found ourselves staying in for the night. After separately surveying the scene, we rejoined with the same curious glint in our eyes: “Did you see the three packaged welcome soaps in the bathroom?”
I can’t recall the first time I saw Welcome Soap. Was it hanging on the bathroom wall of a chic friend? Or neatly stacked on the shelf of a local shoppy shop? Either way, the realistic gils, opalescent surface, and inviting fish shape that’s equal parts form and function has stuck with me. A further deep dive into its origins and the symbolism around it has too: “Tamanohada, a historic soap manufacturer founded in Tokyo in 1892, created the artisan, fish-shaped “Welcome Soap” as an expression of Japanese omotenashi (hospitality). It is molded into the shape of a tai (red sea bream), a traditional Japanese symbol of prosperity and good fortune.” I have two perfect hooks in my bathroom for Welcome Soap: one in my shower and one on my wall. Stay tuned on how and when I decide to welcome the soap into my life.
A sweat-fueled collection of goods to make high summer a drop more cool.
Goldie’s swim tanks are heat-wave approved street apparel and encourage spontaneous runs through sprinklers.
Ever since seeing Saipua soap pop up at cool spots in and around New York (like at the new Berkshire hotspot, Walker Street Market) we’ve been ‘sweating’ to get our hands on a bar wash away the smells and stick of summer days.
Imagine showing up to a park picnic with this handheld fan. Absolute queen behavior.
The SOS Skin Spray from Tower28 does exactly as it’s name suggests and has a home in our bags all summer long.
Hot nights make for busy bugs (and don’t even get us started on the whole tick situation). We’re intrigued by Mimikai bug repellent for mosquitoes and ticks, with the main ingredient: Methyl Nonyl Ketone, a naturally occurring compound found in wild tomato plants, bananas, cloves, ginger, and guava… who knew?!
Karryokah: “A kute way to karry your cup,” all handmade. It’s a purse for your bevvy!
Linen sheets are the only way to sleep, and Thuma’s are verified heatwave approved.
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