Ever since I was young, I've had a secret part of me that was always a bit . . .WASPirational. Yes, I just made that word up but it fits. When my mom would take me on Ocean Drive in Newport, past all of the famous summer "cottages" I would drool over their gorgeousness, thinking that maybe if I played my cards right (e.g. won the lottery) I could end up in a house like that wearing tennis whites and expensive jewelry.
I've been to a few of those historic houses, and learned the history of their distinguished former owners. I've catered at parties thrown by very wealthy people and I know now that having that kind of money doesn't automatically make your life better. I think I'm having more fun on the outside, occasionally looking in and daydreaming about living that lifestyle. But I admit I still fawn over vintage photos of the Kennedys and portraits by Slim Aarons.
*image by Toni Frissel, from here
So imagine my delight when I was invited to participate in a yacht race to Nantucket for a bachelorette party!
I've been using the phrase "I'm sorry, but I can't attend your Memorial Day Party, I'm sailing on a yacht to Nantucket this weekend" as much as possible because I doubt I'll ever be able to say it again. I've never been to Nantucket and I'm so excited to finally see it. We might rent bikes and cruise around the island once we arrive - I'd be in heaven.
I've put together a fantasy wardrobe for my Nantucket sailing weekend. In actuality, I will probably be wearing much more practical clothes like rain pants, Keens, and a dorky sunhat so I don't return looking like a lobster.

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