One little known fact about me is that while I love being in the city or on the beach I also love spending time in the mountains. Now, let me be clear that by mountains I do not mean camping or roughing it...I simply mean, being in a place where I can see them and enjoy them.
Preferably from a nice running trail, sun filled patio or my personal favorite...from a ride in a Jeep with the top down.
In fact...another not well known piece of info is that my very first car was a Jeep Wrangler.
Since the age of about 8, when my dad got his first Wrangler, it was the only car I wanted. And it was a specific want...it had to be white with a brown soft top and brown cloth interior. And after years of working at local pizza joints and sandwich shops through high school I finally saved enough to get one and it was like a dream come true. That car was like my first child and I honestly wish I would have never traded it in.
So, when I come home to visit my parents one of my favorite things to do is to take my dad's Jeep for a spin. Now, his isn't "perfect" like mine was, but I will tolerate the black soft top and black interior seats for the feeling of top down, music blaring windblown hair and sunkissed skin.
With temperatures in the 80's here in Colorado I could not have packed a better piece for an afternoon spent wandering around the downtown area here, shopping, sipping patio cocktails.
Plus, paired with a long sleeve wrap this romper it transitioned perfectly for a sunset Jeep ride and backyard BBQ dinner.
What was your first car? Do you miss it like I do?
xo - margaret