When I started thinking about the things I'd fill my fantasy beach bag with, I suddenly found myself on a windy beach with no shortage of rocks, cliffs and hermit crabs. It was an image far removed from my typical Cosmo, wine and frisbee scene the word "beach" generally conjures in my mind. I saw myself with imperfect tousled waves rocking a high-wasted bikini while sitting on an authentic Mexican blanket and sipping bourbon from a rad flask. Donning those Warby Parker shades and that dreamy pair of Steve Madden sandals while reading Steinbeck and Kerouac out loud to Ziggy. She wouldn't be listening though, she would be too busy eating the crab carcasses. I'd bring sunscreen, lip balm with SPF 15 and deodorant too, of course. I think it would be a pretty stellar start to summer.
What's in your fantasy beach bag?