I have this wonderful-yet-annoying habit of shopping for clothes based on how they fit the aesthetic of a holiday or activity I imagine in my head that I’ll probably never get round to.
The floaty summer dress that will be perfect for frolicking in the fields of the South of France. The pom pom wicker bag that just screams “picnic”. The chic cat eye sunglasses I’ll regret not having when I (eventually) eat gelato in the cobbled square in Italy. You get the picture.