• These Boots Were Made for Walking

    Dress Code  

    Photographed in Dallas, TX

    Apr 9, 2010 | Permalink (15) View/Leave Comments

    Connetiquette left a comment on 4/11/2010 at 6:50 PM:

    I think she looks great and I actually think the location of the rips in her jeans is interesting and adds something to an otherwise basic outfit. And whattttt is that bag? Love that.

    Meg left a comment on 4/11/2010 at 12:27 PM:

    boots are beautiful.

    Mary left a comment on 4/10/2010 at 5:24 PM:

    What us gals of her mom’s era had to go through to get our jeans ripped and worn!  Garden work on our knees, helping finish the concrete patio in the yard, play with the kids in the park sandbox, etc.  I love the look and I REALLY want those boots!

    S Douglas left a comment on 4/10/2010 at 2:18 PM:

    Very nice outfit, the tear in the jeans fit very well. Job well done! thesymplelife.com

    John left a comment on 4/10/2010 at 10:45 AM:

    I like this look overall. I bet that blazer looks great on her, too.

    unitedstyle left a comment on 4/10/2010 at 12:41 AM:

    Nice boots and nice looking lady

    Laguna Beach Trad left a comment on 4/9/2010 at 6:45 PM:

    What a hottie!

    Hannah left a comment on 4/9/2010 at 3:57 PM:

    I love the sweater since I am an avid turtleneck fan. Everything else is gorgeous, though.

    def left a comment on 4/9/2010 at 3:46 PM:

    yes…definitely the boots…great figure…boots, babe…all boots.

    CLG23 left a comment on 4/9/2010 at 3:23 PM:

    The riding boots are always a nice touch

    James left a comment on 4/9/2010 at 3:19 PM:

    Pair Diem. Always Yes.

    F.E. Castleberry left a comment on 4/9/2010 at 2:03 PM:

    James—You want Unabashedly Prep for breakfast? You got it.

    James left a comment on 4/9/2010 at 1:25 PM:

    Hey Fred,
    It’s me James.  So I like your blog and all, but I have one request.  Hook us East Coast early risers up! I want a new daily dose of UP with my breakfast.  I guess I could just look at it a day behind and take care of this problem myself.  Thanks for listening.

    By the way, I’m a fan of the ripped jean, however, it is slowly becoming a uniform (which I wear) but can we all agree soon to only wear jeans that we have ripped through a hard wear?

    Keep it up!

    M left a comment on 4/9/2010 at 1:24 PM:

    I’m a sucker for the riding boots look.

    Christian Bourasseau left a comment on 4/9/2010 at 11:18 AM:

    Nice turtleneck sweater and nice jacket. Again, I’m not fan of that kind of jeans. I like her boots. She’s a hot chick!


  • US Open Polo Championship


    Image via Ralph Lauren

    In honor of the matches currently underway at the US Open Polo Championship. Established in 1904, the tournament has always been the grand prize of polo in North America.

    Apr 8, 2010 | Permalink (6) View/Leave Comments

    Vega left a comment on 11/22/2010 at 2:46 PM:

    Does anybody know what years ad campaign that photo is from?

    BunnyBelle left a comment on 4/27/2010 at 12:14 PM:

    After spending four days at the Miami Beach Polo World Cup, I have to agree with Alexander. Definitely something sexy about the post-game polo player.

    Cat@perpetualperfection.blogspot.com left a comment on 4/8/2010 at 11:50 PM:

    My boyfriend is a Polo player! You should feature him!

    Alexander left a comment on 4/8/2010 at 12:18 PM:

    Great photo, fantastic sport. No better way to show up at bar than in your dirty whites and jersey.

    Christian Bourasseau left a comment on 4/8/2010 at 11:26 AM:

    Simple and elegant. Almost minimalist.

    Sunday Ibok left a comment on 4/8/2010 at 11:00 AM:

    May I dress like this everyday. So simple.


  • The Girl Next Door

    Top Drawer | Dress Code  

    Photographed in Fort Worth, TX

    Apr 7, 2010 | Permalink (13) View/Leave Comments

    Ian O'Dea left a comment on 5/14/2010 at 11:55 AM:

    The kind of girl you could fall in love with.

    Stevi Savage left a comment on 4/14/2010 at 8:09 PM:

    This photo inspires me. She is my kind of girl. :) Simple and sweet.

    CLD left a comment on 4/13/2010 at 11:08 PM:

    Love her. She is my favorite. Keep posting her! She is real and absolutely beautiful!!!

    JJ left a comment on 4/13/2010 at 9:37 PM:

    Where is this in Fort Worth?

    slpS left a comment on 4/9/2010 at 6:30 PM:

    head to toe fab!!

    robdarko left a comment on 4/9/2010 at 3:28 PM:

    This girl is a total knockout!  Very unabashedly prep.

    P.S.  This is the first time where I have noticed the person before eyeing the outfit.

    Lu left a comment on 4/8/2010 at 3:43 PM:

    Simple, classy, and elegant. Love it.


    mjl left a comment on 4/8/2010 at 10:18 AM:

    i have to agree with justin here.  she looks awesome, but what really makes this photo pop is the backdrop.  we need more pastel front doors in this world.

    William left a comment on 4/7/2010 at 9:33 PM:

    More and more women are being influenced by men’s clothing and I appreciate how despite the more “boyish” pieces, the overall outfit is graceful and feminine.  I also like that her belt, shoes and bag match.


    bunny left a comment on 4/7/2010 at 2:50 PM:

    i like it too - the shorts with the shirt. the belt, bag and femme shoes. the sunglasses kinda stood out to me also. tortoise or gold aviators perhaps.

    The Boss left a comment on 4/7/2010 at 12:58 PM:

    Classic and refined.

    Justin James left a comment on 4/7/2010 at 11:41 AM:

    I dig this. I’m a fan of the simple. I like the matching shoes/belt/bag combo. And I like that your apartments are quite photogenic as well. I’m sure this won’t be the first time we see Granada on the blog.

    Christian Bourasseau left a comment on 4/7/2010 at 10:48 AM:

    Great look and she is very beautiful! I like every detail in this picture.


  • Are You A Preppie?

    Prep Essentials | Miscellany  

    While reading up at Heavy Tweed Jacket, I ran across this poster Tom Shadyac (director of numerous comedies including Evan Almighty and Ace Ventura: Pet Detective) created in 1979 and without question, had to bring it to your attention. Although satirical in nature, there are key elements here that should be picked up on—"flood level pants" being my personal dogma.

    Image via The University of Virginia Magazine

    Apr 6, 2010 | Permalink (11) View/Leave Comments

    Moss left a comment on 4/14/2010 at 10:01 PM:

    Wow.  Haven’t see this since high school.  Very National Lampoon in the style of satire.

    DAM left a comment on 4/14/2010 at 3:54 PM:

    There is a girl’s version out there someplace. Track that baby down…

    Meg left a comment on 4/11/2010 at 12:30 PM:

    hahaha, UVa would publish a spoof such as this.

    Fredrik left a comment on 4/8/2010 at 6:56 AM:

    Ah, thank you, it was as I expected. Most preppies, or well dressed men over all, in Sweden got the very same issue!


    F.E. Castleberry left a comment on 4/8/2010 at 2:22 AM:

    Frederik—Due to the satirical nature of this poster, everything here is poking fun of the preppie subculture. As Stephen B points out, it is indeed a facetious way to point out that prep style isn’t particularly attractive to women outside the prep set (traditionally, most preppie women adhered to an asexual approach in their dress).

    Stephen B left a comment on 4/7/2010 at 6:36 PM:

    Fredrik - I think it’s just a clever way of saying that the prep style is repelling to women

    Fredrik left a comment on 4/7/2010 at 9:52 AM:

    I’m just curious, what do they mean with:
    “1. Do you dress in a manner which attracts women - to other men?”


    Jennifer McIntyre @atthebleubarn left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 10:45 PM:

    ATDF - if you read my blog/fb fan page - you would have seen the pix of my new duck shoes i rec’d for Christmas - i was so excited, i tweeted L.L. Bean!

    Components of Enthusiasm left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 7:18 PM:

    ha this is my school’s magazine, how did i miss this?

    Keith Baker left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 12:51 PM:

    This was a take-off of the “Are You a Nerd?” poster.  I probably still have one of these somewhere (because preppies never throw anything away) - which dates me as Prep Persona #4 or older from the Official Preppie Handbook.

    Christian Bourasseau left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 11:34 AM:

    Brilliant! It was very funny and yes I am a Preppy!


  • Throw Me a Rope


    Kiel James Patrick wants to save America—one rope bracelet at a time. His Boston accent, in conjunction with my spotty LAX cell reception, keeps me lightly on my toes. I’m at the tail end of a layover on my way to Maui. “You have to go to Koiso Sushi Bar in south Maui,” he says. “It’s in a strip mall but it’s the best sushi I have ever had.” He was just there a couple months ago with his girlfriend, and co-conspirator, Sara. We skip the details and talk heavier things. Like how he plans to save America.

    Every summer as a teen, Patrick would tie on a Turk’s head sailor bracelet. It was the all-access wristband to the northeastern summer. They’re better salt-stained and sun-faded. And only after an entire summer, developing a patina proving a season of youth well spent, would mom simultaneously cut it off with the issue of your oxford shirt and repp tie. Kiel James Patrick treasures those days. In fact, he missed them so much he began creating his own Turk’s head inspired pieces and peddling them in his dorm, after class and on the beach. After selling over 200 bracelets at a single trade show, he knew he was on to something.

    When I open the package a waft of Providence gently hits my face. He assured me that a small (my wrist measured in at a puny 7”) will fit—and it does, perfectly. Patrick’s attention to detail is meticulous. Each rope bracelet is made in and by residents of Rhode Island. A concentrated effort that’s intentional as much as it marketable. Although he’s outsourced most of the manual labor to locals, he still gets his hands dirty sewing buttons five to ten hours a week in order to keep an eye on quality. He plans to eventually own his own mill...really, own all the channels that go into making his bracelets. The jobs lost by outsourcing overseas drives him to find vendors in his own backyard.

    Sneak preview of the new KJP Croffix Sailing Belt

    “Yes it costs a little more [to source my materials within Rhode Island],” he explains, “but this way he’s got a job, she’s got a job, I have a job, everyone’s making it—I don’t have to be greedy. I don’t want to be greedy.”

    His wares are popping up in established bastions of prep such as Lilly Pulitzer, Vineyard Vines, and the storied Murray’s Toggery Shop to name a few. This summer a licensing agreement with a couple Ivy League universities will expand the boutique brand’s reach as the bracelets don the stripes and shields of Dartmouth and Harvard.

    Thanks to Patrick, your mom won’t be cutting off your rope bracelet at summer’s end. And although you may not be able to relive your youth, you can help save America—one rope bracelet at a time.

    Comment below to win a Kiel James Patrick bracelet (sz. small, $35 value). Simply describe the most memorable summer from your childhood. A valid email address is required in order to be eligible. The winner will be selected end of day April 6th, 2010.

    Congratulations are in order for Lee Anne, our KJP contest giveaway winner, who shared a summer filled with New England culture, love and self discovery.

    "My most memorable childhood summer is my last childhood summer. I was 18 and hopped in my Volkswagen Beetle and drove from Texas to Cape Cod with my best friend. We went to spend our summer as camp counselors in Sandwich, Massachusetts. I saw NYC, Boston, the entire south all on the drive there."

    "When I crossed over the Sagamore Bridge for the first time, this southern gal was inundated with New England 101. I learned how to sail, shoot a perfect bulls-eye, serve a tennis ball, pick blueberries, how to shuck an oyster, and most importantly, how to decipher a New England accent. I learned that being “wicked” was a good thing. I saw the Black Dog on Martha’s Vineyard and rode Vespas on Nantucket. I flew my first kite. I spent a magical summer on the ocean, my clothing and bed always lightly covered in sand, and loving the taste of that salty water. I watched sunsets over the horizon. I had a summer crush, and made lifelong friends, some of whom live on other continents and speak several languages."

    "Most importantly, I found myself. I discovered my love of adventure, my love of traveling the path less traveled, and how much I will always have a piece of New England in my heart. When I’m in the midst of some of life’s biggest challenges, I often close my eyes and imagine sitting on a pier, looking at the beautiful Cape Cod sunset. It always brings a warm smile."

    Apr 5, 2010 | Permalink (51) View/Leave Comments

    Rachel left a comment on 4/7/2010 at 1:33 PM:

    My summer memories as a child were the same from the age of 10 until about 14. My friends and I were pool rats of our country club. In the early evenings, we would beg our parents to let us stay and eat in the snack bar for dinner. Our parents always gave in and we were happy dining on chicken fingers, fries, and ice cream sandwiches while our parents sat in the pool cheers drinking beers or vodka tonics. We played in the pool, with relay races off the diving board, handstand contests, and marco polo until the lifeguard kicked us out, moving onto our next goal: sleepovers. to be a kid again….

    t left a comment on 4/7/2010 at 1:52 AM:

    summer camp in rhode island.  the way the boat moorings sounded as they softly clinked against the docks as i kissed a boy i’d snuck out to meet in the middle of the night - soundtrack to my first kiss.

    Chris left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 10:46 PM:

    My most memorable childhood summer is not the vacations to exotic locales, sneaking into the frat house when I was just 17 or even the one where I became a man. The thing I remember most is the mornings waking up at 5 every morning…strapping on a heavy golf bag and walking five miles to the golf course side by side with my two brothers. We were usually the first and the last to leave. Spending out days hitting balls, losing balls and swimming in the ponds to find balls. On the course is where we left all the brotherly fighting behind and just enjoyed each others company. That is the memory I miss the most and more importantly remember the most.

    Jennifer left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 10:43 PM:

    My absolute FAVORITE part about summer ever since I was little would have to be vacationing at Emerald Isle, North Carolina. My family from Connecticut, North Carolina and Maryland all gets together for two weeks of fun. Between my uncle making crabs and corn, sneaking pina coladas and staying up all night watching movies with my sister, laying on the beach for hours reading and boy watching until I’m burnt to a crisp, shopping in Beaufort or going fishing on my uncle’s boat, or learning how to surf with my father, it is absolutely the highlight of my year.

    Leah Simmers left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 9:06 PM:

    So it’s not fancy, it was simple. When summer hit it was a time to take off on my bike to play with the boys down the street. Riding bikes, playing aroundthe neighborhood an just being told to be home by 5:00. Sounds plain but it’s what I remember, it’s what makes me smile and makes me sad at the same time. If only I could provide the same memory for my own kids but I guess that’s when it wasn’t so “scary” out there, sadly kids can’t be kids as much anymore cause of creeps and try can’t run off and okay all day in their own. I’m thankful for those memories and grateful I got to have them

    Casey Winner left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 8:15 PM:

    Long summer nights, at beaches on the Cape. Salty breeze ran through the air, as the ocean waves break. Campfires lit up, and slowly faded away, it only lasted two months but I remember it to this day. Long days in the sun, much sun screen to apply, the summer of my Senior year, boy did it fly. Seafood every week, buttered with corn on the cob, it was the greatest summer ever, the last time I didn’t have a job!

    Leslie left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 8:10 PM:

    My most memorable childhood summer was learning to sail in the early 80s on the Chesapeake Bay in Virginia.  Warm breezes, endless patience (on the part of my father!) and the sound of seagulls overhead….nothing better!

    Kelli left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 8:06 PM:

    My most memorable summer was the one I got to spend on a boat. Just about every day I would wake up and have the pleasure of being able to ride on our boat around the lake, or do various watersports.  As I explored the lake, I got to see all the many different houses there were and I immediately knew I wanted to have a lakehouse when I grew up. My friends came to visit all the time and we made so many memories jumping off the big rocks in the area, falling off the jetski, or just laying out and getting a tan.  It has been my favorite summer so far because I got to do nothing but enjoy the sunshine, the water, and good friends.

    Sara left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 7:32 PM:

    My most memorable summer was when I learned to sail, my best friend and I spent the entire summer pretending to be pirates and plundering each others ships

    Meagan left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 7:19 PM:

    My most memorable summer was the year we took the Cursed Beach Vacation.  My family always rented a house in the North Carolina Outer Banks.  I was expecting two weeks of boat rides, dockside floating, and hermit crab-hunting.  Food poisoning got to us first.  My whole family - everyone who had eaten at the I-40 McDonalds on the way down - came down with the worst cases of food poisoning, which took up nearly half the week.  Just as we were getting better, we got an evacuation order.  Hurricane Hugo was bearing down on our little island and we had to leave early.  Thankfully that little house survived the storm, and the next year our vacation was as fun as ever.

    lydia {ever ours} left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 6:19 PM:

    i am lucky.  from 1990 to 1997, my parents would take my sister and i to a different country every summer.  by far, my favorite was visiting austria.  i have played the piano since i was 3 years old and to see the birthplaces and homes of composers that i admired and played their music was pretty astounding.  it was just amazing to be present where a life that would so heavily impact the world began or where notes that would tear at our heartstrings were written down.  simply amazing.  and most memorable summer ever.

    Kate Noelle left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 6:01 PM:

    Most Memorable Summer: The Summer I bought my first Digital SLR camera… I took pictures of EVERYTHING. My dreams went from 6.1 megapixels to 10.2 and possibilities I’d never thought could happen moved into focus. Twas one of the best summers of my life… and my life’s never been the same.

    heynowhey left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 5:31 PM:

    ...a whole summer with my grandma in SC.  she taught me how to make pies and how to get that sweet tea just right.  i wore white gloves to church and sat next to her sucking on peppermints.  once, we went down to visit the country cousins and every single food on the table was grown or raised on their land.  i learned why saying “sir” and “mam” were important.  and long, summer nights became necessary.

    Will left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 5:30 PM:

    Summer, man. It has to be the time and now ex-gf and I kicked off the warm months with a Coldplay show at Red Rocks in Morrison, CO. Not only did it start pouring during the Scientist, it was the most ideal setting to see such anthemic music. Directly off the heels of the show, we drove, through the night, soaking wet, windows open, stopping only for snacks and gas, to the Grand Canyon, some 13 hours away. Why? Because it was there, and we could do it. My little 1990 Toyota Camry was none too happy about it, but we made it, unharmed, no worse for wear, and happy as two kids could ever be. We spent the next three days walking around the Canyon and the small town just outside in which we decided to get a $18/night motel room. While the room itself was nothing to write home about, the pizza from the parlor across the one street through town was among the best ever consumed in my lifetime. It could have been the mixture of bad Arizonian beer, the gorgeous sunsets from the roof of the motel, the questionable cleanliness of the twin size bed sheets, or the company, but it was the best Summer I can recall and I wouldn’t change one thing about it. The pizza, by city standards, was probably on par with Totino’s, but at that time and place, we were eating the best of the best. I wonder what happened to that girl….

    Kingston left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 4:27 PM:

    As I watch my son grow from a baby to a toddler, I am reminded of my summers as a youth.  There’s a bunch of standout moments of my youth.  One of the most daring was when I climbed to the top of a two tier drawer.  Little did I know that the thing was stacked together.  As usual, I jumped off at the top.  This time, however, the two components separated and I fell forward. The top drawer landed right on top of me.  Luckily(!), I was saved from being paralyzed by the fact that my parents placed bars of soap in the drawers as deodorant/moth repellant.  The bars of soap were firm enough to stop the drawer from crushing me.  I remember simply crawling out and went on with my day.  I still remember the mess of clothing I caused and had not bothered to pick up.  Man, being a kid was fun and dangerous.  I now have a few years of saving my son’s life on a daily basis.  I hope he’ll appreciate it as much as I appreciate my parents’ doing the same for me.

    Karoline left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 4:13 PM:

    My most memorable summer was in 1998.  I was about 7 or 8 and this was the first summer that my mom and dad packed all four of us kids into the station wagon and drove us up to a little cottage in southern Maine.  We went to a little house right on a private beach, where my dad’s family has been spending the summer since he was a kid, and where my family still goes every year.
    I remember the drive up, and how excited my mom and dad were to take us to the cottage.  My parents taught us how to play the “license plate” game, where you yell out when you see a license plate from an out-of-state car.  It’s a game we’ve never really stopped playing, and to this day if I see an interesting plate, I send out a mass-text to my siblings and parents letting them know what I found.  I remember my mom explaining to me and my younger siblings what sea glass was, the best places to find it, and which colors were rarer than others.  My sister and I spent a majority of the two hour car trip up to the beach debating who was going to find more sea glass.  I can’t remember who actually did.
    Because the beach was private, and there are only seven houses on it, my mom could let us roam and explore every inch of that cove without worry.  Seriously, it’s an ideal place to bring kids because there is no under-toe from the waves, the entire beach is within view from the house, and there are almost no people there so parents don’t have to worry.
    My siblings and I spent our days trying to surf (despite the less than 1 foot waves), making sand creations, hunting for crabs and snails, searching for sea glass, swimming in the ocean (even if it was raining…actually, that was the best time to swim, because the waves are bigger there when it’s stormy), and climbing all over the huge rocks in the middle of the beach, right in front of our house.  We would fill nights with, cookouts, bonfires, and endless card games.  At the beach house, my parents have always enforced a very strict no technology policy.  We were only allowed to bring books, cards, boardgames, and cd players to keep us entertained…no gameboys or computers allowed.  We don’t even have a tv there!  I think that’s why it was so memorable to me…we had to create our own fun.  Nothing but the little house and the beach.  Perfect.
    Every summer since has been pretty similar, but I think that one was the best because it was the first time I got to experience such a simple and perfect place.

    …sorry this is so long, it’s just really hard to describe the cottage in Maine and my summers there without rambling.  It just has such a special place in my heart.

    Mrs.M in MI left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 2:35 PM:

    My favorite part of every summer was heading to the cottage up North.  Lots of cousins and relatives; boat rides and swimming in the lake all day; heading over to camp for a week.  Totally wish I still could do that.

    mariel left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 1:52 PM:

    This isn’t a specific memory, but many childhood summers blended together. My grandparents lived at the beach in Florida, and every year we would spend about a month there with them. We would walk to the shore, dragging our inner tubes and folding chairs behind us, and set up shop with our big umbrella. I will always remember eating slice after slice of cold watermelon and washing it down with a Coca Cola, making sand animals—turtles and seahorses and fish—instead of sand castles, and the fateful day we forgot my favorite beach towel—emblazoned with an Egyptian pharoah. Such sweet memories!

    Savannah C Smith left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 1:34 PM:

    I remember about 7 years ago my family and I went out to a beach in SC, while we were there we all made a pact to put bracelets on see who could wear them the longest..These bracelets were made out of small repelling rope and then we burned the ends so that it was made sure that they wouldn’t fall off…well finally at the age of 22 my bracelet finally came off, and i was the last one standing! I would love to put something new on my wrist..maybe it will be one of these awesome bracelets….:)

    Abby left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 1:20 PM:

    My favorite summer memory would be vacationing with friends in SC on Pawley’s Island and spending days out on the beach or driving around in the golf cart, and then ending the vacation with a trip to the most glorious city ever, Charleston.

    Ben left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 10:38 AM:

    July 4th.  Fireworks.  My summer crush.  Beached 15-foot Catamaran.  Enough said.

    S left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 9:55 AM:

    Best summer from my childhood? That’s like asking a parent to choose who their favorite kid is! If I had to pick one though, it would be the summer I was finally old enough to start sailing at the club at age 8. Ever since then I’ve been hooked and I still have a soft spot for Optis. There’s nothing like feeling the wind in your hair, the breeze in your face, and squinting at the reflection off the water as you navigate your way without a care in the world as to where you’re sailing.

    Mike Ryan left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 2:58 AM:

    After the four hour ride to Maine. Crammed into a suburban with luggage for the whole summer, my family and I finally pull off the main routes and onto country back roads. Who can see the lake first? My mother or father would always ask. Being the older brother I had mastered this game and knew just the hill that would rise high enough to catch a glimpse of the corner end of North Pond. On down the road, just because you could see the pond doesn’t mean your at the cabin just yet. See why its named North Pond I’ll never really know because it was really a 4x1 mile lake. Up passed the corner store we were getting close, finally the dirt road and over the land bridge, one more corner and we had reached our home for the summer. As it had always been. I have been spending summer there longer then I can even remember and so have my parents, see my grandparents have a house on the opposite side of the lake. But I digress. After all unpacking is done we all rush into our bathing suits and head down to the dock. As the dock is in site I see my fathers boat that had been on the dock the year before. But what was this, there was another! Yes it was smaller, yea I had to sit in the back and steer the engine myself. But this, this thing was freedom. So I jump in drive off and head to my grandparents so show them. I get to their dock tie up, look up, and there she was. Right next door. Her name was Jessica, my first summer crush. All I could do was muster up the goofiest of smiles. But she still was kind enough to smile back. It took my shy ass three more days to build up the courage to ask if she’d like to go for a ride in that little skiff. After late nights at the roller rink (holding hands, Score!), countless bonfires, boat rides, and walks on the island. I ended up getting my first real kiss (open mouth AND tongue! That’s how I bragged about it to my friend Anthony). Oh Jessica, funny how at 13 you really have no clue about anything, yet you think you know the world. Well soon enough the summer had ended, and It was a summer of firsts. Hell, it was the first time I cried over a girl. Watching her fade away out the back window of the suburban, waving the entire time like a lovestruck fool. I never found out why she hadn’t come back the next summer, but that summer was cut short by high school summer football practices (not one worth mentioning). And now I’m twenty two years old starting in the real world, wishing I could have that summer back. I still try and get up to the cabin when I can. Things are a lot different now. The roller rink was shut down, the corner store has been closed for years, and even the dirt road is now paved. But none of those changes will ever take away my memories of the best summer of my childhood.

    P.S. No matter who wins, all the entries I’ve read have been excellent. All with the general basis of family, friends, and love. The three ingredients for not just the best summer but for getting the most out of life. And thanks to all who take the time and read about my best summer ever.


    Lee Anne left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 2:14 AM:

    My most memorable childhood summer is my last childhood summer. I was 18 and hopped in my VW Beetle and drove from Texas to Cape Cod with my best friend. We went to spend our summer as camp counselors in Sandwich, Massachusetts. I saw NYC, Boston, the entire south all on the drive there. When I crossed over the Sagamore Bridge for the first time, this southern gal was inundated with New England 101. I learned how to sail, shoot a perfect bullseye, serve a tennis ball, pick blueberries, how to shuck an oyster, and most importantly, how to decipher a New England accent. I learned that being “wicked” was a good thing. I saw the Black Dog on Martha’s Vineyard and rode Vespas on Nantucket. I flew my first kite. I spent a magical summer on the ocean, my clothing and bed always lightly covered in sand, and loving the taste of that salty water. I watched sunsets over the horizon. I had a summer crush, and made lifelong friends, some of whom live on other continents and speak several languages. Most importantly, I found myself. I discovered my love of adventure, my love of traveling the path less traveled, and how much I will always have a piece of New England in my heart. When I’m in the midst of some of life’s biggest challenges, I often close my eyes and imagine sitting on a pier, looking at the beautiful Cape Cod sunset. It always brings a warm smile.

    GD Singh left a comment on 4/6/2010 at 12:37 AM:

    One of the best summer’s I had was in 2006. As soon as school ended, I got on a plane and went to India and traveled around and learned some really great things. I got back, was home for a couple of days and went off to LA, came back home again for a couple of days and went off to summer camp. Great way to end the summer off. Still the best summer I have had.

    Elizabeth left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 11:47 PM:

    The most memorable summer of my childhood was, ironically, the summer that forced to to grow up. It was not the happiest or most fun summer, but it will forever be the most memorable: The summer my father passed away. It was six days after my birthday, I am a June baby, and his memorial service was exactly 1 year from the date of his diagnosis with cancer. The summer seemed to last a year, which was both good and bad. Good, because I got more time with him, but bad because he suffered. I was there for almost every single moment, including his final breath. From then on, the rest of the summer was spent trying to pick up the pieces. I know this was not a happy tale, like most of the others, but it taught me a lot about life and love and is perhaps one of the most memorable times of my life.

    Fletcher left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 11:35 PM:

    The summer of ‘99 was one that changed my life. In the spring I had nearly been killed in a brutal and random act of violence. I was fortunate enough to survive, though I knew some who were not so lucky. Naturally, my extended family was eager to see me and perhaps in some way confirm that I was indeed all right. I soon got invitations to both Sun Valley and a small town on the coast of Maine. It sounds stereotypical, but I truly discovered a new appreciation for things I had never before noticed. I remember running near the ocean in Maine, getting splashed, and then watching the salt patterns form on my clothing as the sun dried it out. Sometimes I would lick my hand or my finger just to taste the pang of the sea’s salinity. In Sun Valley I would watch rain fall from leaves and needles in the trees. I watched tiny intricate streams form as water flowed down from the canopy and crossed over trails and wilderness. Of course everyone wanted to hear about what had happened to me. Every night someone new wanted to hear the story. I understood and I obliged to tell the tale, but only if I could sit at the seaside or beside a large summer bonfire. I wanted to share my experience, but I also wanted to enjoy the ones I had just discovered. That summer was a transition, as I enjoyed the simple pleasures and vast awe of childhood juxtaposed with the maturity and awareness of adulthood. Some say I went from fifteen to thirty that summer, a change that I enjoyed more than I could ever have predicted.

    Jay H. left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 10:58 PM:

    Summer ‘06
    I spent it with my aunt, uncle and cousins in Cambridge mass. It was great! It consisted of red sox baseball games little cousins baseball games and cape baseball games! And sailing it was the summer I found my passion. I sailed in the Charles River everyday, Amazing! It was also the summer I picked up the guitar. I was telling my grandma about street performers I saw in Harvard sq. and she gave me her old Gibson acoustic, beautiful guitar. Then I experienced the cape, where god himself vacations. We stayed with my great aunt at her house in Orleans for about a week. I thought it couldn’t get any better then my grandparent cabin on a lake in Maine, gouges. Id says this was the best summer anyone could ever ask for. I have gone into ever summer after praying for it to be as amazing as this one!

    Kara left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 10:09 PM:

    The summer I turned 18, 3 of my cousins and I made the 12-hour road trip to Hilton Head, South Carolina on our own.  Our family goes to the same place every year, ever since I was little, but for the first time we were allowed to drive on our own.  It was the picture-perfect road trip: car completely over-packed, playing our favorite summer songs and singing as loud as we could all the way to Hilton Head.  It was hot, hot, hot, and we spent all day, every day, in bathing suits for 2 weeks straight, and every night lounging in the condo watching our favorite movies and playing cards.  Every day we learned more about each other through stories and became so much closer as a family and as friends.  Since that summer, I’ve known that I can confide in them and that we’ve shared very different, yet very similar life experience.  We’ve grown up in Hilton Head and have had too many memories there to even keep track.  That trip helped me though so many things: the end of high school, the end of a relationship, the beginning of a new college life, and the fear of growing up.  I can’t imagine spending my last summer before going off to college any other way.

    melissa oholendt left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 9:56 PM:

    My most memorable summer of my life was the summer before my August wedding in 2005. I have never in my life felt so loved and so surrounded by the people who make my life what it is. In particular it was the night my best friends and I spent an day in a park grilling and frisbee playing and ended it wrapped up in blankets, talking about life and using each other as pillows.

    Nathaniel Edwards left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 9:31 PM:

    I just graduated high school, and through a lot of finagling and some elbow grease working around the house (ie doing everything the parents might imagine) I scored a trip to Japan for graduation. I could speak a little Japanese, read almost none, but was damned determined to get there… So, 14 hours after leaving Atlanta I settled in Tokyo. The next two weeks were crazy: food, booze (lots of booze), temples, clubs, beaches, and a lot of misunderstood Japanese, I had what I still consider my memorable summer. In fact, a year later I spent 11 months in Japan again as an exchange student; and, Im applying to teach Japanese after graduation next year. Memorable- clearly! Best,


    sarah riccitelli left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 9:08 PM:

    My most memorable summer would have to be from 2008.  My family has lived in Warwick, RI our entire lives however we rarely make the family trip down to the Newport or Narragansett area which is typically unheard of for Rhode Island natives. We just never seem to have the time as a family.  However, this specific summer we rented a beach house for two weeks in Matunuck R.I.  We were able to go to the beach almost every day, dine on some fine clam cakes and “chowdah” as well as spend quality time together as a family playing wiffle ball in the backyard.  Of course friends made there way down to the beach house because, in all honesty, who from Rhode Island wouldn’t? Although we didn’t spend the entire summer there, it definitely was one of the best summers I have ever had. We didn’t go anywhere fancy, but that didn’t matter.  We had the sun and the sand and that’s all anyone truly needs.

    Grayson Saige left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 8:48 PM:

    Not entering to win- just a huge congratulations to KJP on his wonderful success! He truly has a fantastic product!

    mjl left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 7:37 PM:

    summer of 1998 for me. i had just moved back to a suburb of chicago after my family lived in ohio for 6 months.  monday-friday was exactly the same every day.  swim practice at 6, soccer practice at 8 (i was always late), back to coach swimming at 10, lifeguard at the pool till 6 or so, grill dinner with my friends that i’d been with since 6 am, catch a movie and be in bed by 11.  the weekends were always close by; a trip to wrigley field, a concert by the lake, or just hanging out on the golf course.  i think i wore the same 2 pairs of red guard trunks and 5 polo shirts all summer.  you can’t get more sun drenched than that.  i’d do that summer over and over if i could.

    Patrick left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 7:04 PM:

    My favorite Summer was long and hot—for 3 months straight.  I traveled quite a bit when I wasn’t in school, so right after my exams, my family went down to South Carolina, then back up to New York, then to Cape Cod—where we spent a solid month in a rented house.  Some days were lazy; I would ride my bike for miles up the Atlantic Coast and sit on the beach.  I listened to Rod Stewart.  I read books.  Some days were spent sailing or driving to P-town, where I would bring back trinkets that would later cover my bedroom walls.  But everyday, I thought that I was in heaven.

    Andre McLauryn left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 5:51 PM:

    the summer they filmed “i know what you did last summer” in my hometown of southport, north carolina. that was the first time anybody from around there had seen something so major. i can remember me and big sister where extras but we spent our time eating conch fritters and and chasing eachother around with roman candles.

    Sam left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 5:41 PM:

    July 1986 - mom & dad packed my brother & I into our new Toyota Camry for our annual week in Montauk. We’d spend days at the beach, in town, eating shell fish, and watching the surfers in awe. One rainy day we decided to drive into the Hamptons to see a movie. We were on Old Montauk Highway in traffic. There was road construction at the bottom of a hill. A man stood holding a slow/stop sign. The car in front of us stopped, so we did too - the car behind us could not. She crashed into our rear, and we in turn crashed into the car in front of us.  The ash tray flew from its holder into the back seat where my brother & I were strapped in. The car was not totalled, but pretty badly damaged. The next day we drove home (early). It was a bright sunny day, and the construction crew was gone. This certainly was not the best summer ever, but it was certainly a memorable one. We got the Camry fixed, and sold it. My dad then bought a 1987 Nissan Maxima - a car I comandeered in 1994 and drove until I bought a new car in 1999. I guess even a bad memory can lead to good ones!

    New Yorker left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 5:20 PM:

    I grew up on the North Shore of Chicago and spent childhood summers at a sailing camp in Wisconsin.  My favorite summer was the one that I spent as a sailing instructor at my childhood camp.  I spent the summer teaching kids how to sail and windsurf, living in a cabin, and being part of a close-knit community.  The other instructors and I created elaborate lake-wide scavenger hunts, themed sailing days, classic regattas, and moonlight sailing expeditions.  When the kids were in bed, the instructors would occasionally bike into the town and attempt to buy beer.  (This never quite worked.)  It was a traditional American summer that I will always look back upon with nostalgia.  To this day, things such as the scent of sunscreen, sailor’s bracelets, the sound of a powerboat, and particular songs take me back to that summer!  I am still friends with most of the other instructors and in touch with some of the kids. 

    P.S.  LOVE this blog!

    Melanie/Wrecked Stellar left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 5:19 PM:

    As a North New Jerseyan, my most memorable summer was spent flying down to Hilton Head, South Carolina, where one of my best friends had moved. My sister and I flew down there for two weeks and spent time swimming in the ocean, floating in the pool at the Hyatt on the beach, crabbing at the lake near my friend’s house, finding conch shells at the beach, eating delicious Italian dinners complete with conch salad from said finds with my friend’s family who was like my second family, and watching scary movies to the point where my friend, her younger brother, my sister, and I didn’t want to go to the bathroom alone! I used to swim a lot- and down there it was a fearless type of swimming. Even when there was a hurricane, I’d be in the water- with the humongous waves thrashing me around. But it didn’t matter. I was down south- a different change of pace from my northern city upbringing where I had to ride in the backseat for over an hour to get to the ocean. Southern hospitality ruled and the Hilton Head livin’ was easy. I took that same trip for a few summers and they were the epitome of innocent, care-free childhood fun.

    Kyle left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 4:27 PM:

    My best summer memory is from the first summer you are able to drive…you have the freedom to go and do as you please.  Spending that at the lake with your friends-trying to impress that girl.  And the magic that happened during the summer when she finally starts to notice you.
    That is the best summer memory.

    GB left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 4:24 PM:

    The summer before freshman year of high school some brave parents volunteered to take eight of us to the Isle of Palms, SC, for a week of bonding before we all went our separate ways for high school. That week was one of the best of my life - we felt like adults, even though we knew we were still kids. We spent time on the beach, watched an entire season of the OC, snuck boys into the house, and everything in between. Despite the sunburn from long hours on the beach and drama from 7 days with 8 girls, it was a trip that we all remembered and it kept us together through the hard years of high school. At the end, we all bought colored rope bracelets (similar to the KJP ones - they were very “in” then) to remember our summer.

    Jed left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 4:04 PM:

    Summer of 1984, Cape Ann, Mass. While playing on the beach my sister, a few friends, and I found an old tree-turned-driftwood floating off in the distance. We swam out into the sea and pushed it back to the beach, where we took turns attempting to walk from end to end as the giant log bobbed in and out of the shallows. We did that until we were totally exhausted and finished the day with a lobster bake on the jetty. I got together with one of the friends involved last weekend and after a few hours he asked me, “Remember that summer on Cape Ann…?” Glad it’s still with him, too.

    Andrea Edgar left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 4:00 PM:

    The summer I was thirteen - the taste of salt water; strains of the Moody Blues, Midnight Oil, and U2; first kiss, boys in madras, polos, and Converse; water skiing and the scent of gas from the boat; sucking Jolly Ranchers and Lemonheads; watching movies in the mess hall with camp friends; Banana Boat suntan lotion; Capture the Flag and tetherball…

    Alexander left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 3:51 PM:

    Couldn’t say the year for sure, but the best summer for me would’ve had to be around age 14 or 15. Back from boarding school in Florida, I was spending the summer on the North Shore of Mass, passing my days on the beaches and polo fields a bike ride away from my house. My best friend and I were two upcoming players in the Hamilton Polo community, and we would spend hours at the local barns, developing dark farmer’s tans as we exercised the horses and mucked out countless stalls, filling our shoes with shavings earning the right to a few precious chukkas with the big boys.  Each Sunday night after the final match of the week, we would indulge in the traditional Argentine asado, and spend the night at one of our respective places, attempting to sum up the guts to back-pocket a few warm of our parents Budweiser’s and sneak over to the popular blonde’s house next door. The polo continued throughout the years, but the fleeting adolescence of that summer was gradually lost as I put my youth behind me.

    Jaime H. left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 3:21 PM:

    The most memorable summer of my childhood…would be probably in Brigatine, NJ….long sunsoaked days on the beach with my brother, seeing who could bodysurf the most, building sandcastles and threatening to bury each other in the scratchy sand….nighttime breezy walks on the Ocean City boardwalk, eating greasy pizza with our hands and not caring about calories; washing it down with ice cream sandwiches and root beer floats, shrinking our sailor’s rope bracelets so they fit just right, and sitting on the upstairs deck with our parents and our family friends, eating chips and soda and watching the 4th of July fireworks…not a care in the world, just hoping summer lasted forever. Now THAT’S a summer. :)

    Angela left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 2:45 PM:

    My most memorable childhood summer was maybe ten years’ back. I was at Virginia Beach, which isn’t the most exceptional of beaches, but it has a special place in my heart because of all the summers I have spent there when my family was still whole. On this particular summer, I had just gotten a scooter—a shiny Razor brand with red wheels. Everyday I would wake up and my dad and I would go to the beach, and when it was almost sunset, my mom would call us back to the hotel for dinner. Afterward, I would always ride my scooter down the boardwalk, breathing in the salty air and feeling the summer breeze on my face. My dad, bless his heart, would always run along behing me, even though I would go the entire length of the boardwalk. I often wish I could return to those days, when happiness was riding a scooter amidst the sounds of the ocean and tourists.

    Damien left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 2:32 PM:

    Most memorable-
    Swimming daily
    Corn Dogs and Koolaid
    Velcro Nike’s
    Water Ballons
    Climbing trees in lee jeans
    My first crush
    Smell of summer grass
    Throwing Gobstoppers in the cinema

    They just make them like that anymore.

    Sam Dunning left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 2:17 PM:

    My most memorable childhood summer? I guess it would have to be the summer of 2003 when I was about 13 years old. I spent the summer as a Junior Couselor at a camp on a farm in Freeport, Maine. I spent the summer helping teach even younger kids about farming, taking them on hikes through the woods of Maine, paddling around in canoes, going camping, swimming, and generally taking advantage of the great outdoors. It seems like a Norman Rockwell painting, but it still remains one of my most personal and happy childhood memories!

    William left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 2:00 PM:

    In the summer of 2001 my family (from FL) traded spaces with a family from a rural village in Scotland.  We traded houses, cars, and our dads even traded jobs.  It was a great 3 months that I spent romping around the Scottish countryside.


    Greg Gonzales left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 1:33 PM:

    In the summer of, oh, I’d say 2000, I was a boy scout in McComb, MS. The young and awkward boy that I was clambering to find an identity that fit me, little did I know would it be the moniker of preppy. I was away with my scouting troop at summer camp in Birmingham, Alabama learning the tricks of the trade for basic metal working, sailing, and other survival techniques. And while there my patrol buddies and I became great friends, many of us still keep in touch today. We ran around that mountain top for weeks, swimming in the lake, hiking, and getting into all sorts of trouble, besides. I can say without a doubt that that summer was one of the best in my childhood.

    Gordon left a comment on 4/5/2010 at 12:22 PM:

    My most memorable childhood summer was in back in 1997 were my family and I spent a summer in La Rochelle France. It was fantastic we had a bungalow right next to the beach we spend our time discovering the old bunkers catching crabs in the Atlatic and going on boat tours. We had not one rainy day the whole vacation and it was so warm all day . So as soon as I woke up I would have already at least jumped in the pool or dragged my brother to the beach… best summer ever.


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