Bad to the {herring}Bone

Louisville in August usually means humidity, heat and more humidity. Shockingly, the temperatures have been in the 60s and 70s for the last week. This has a plethora of advantages in my life. Most importantly, I was not stuck doing my daily runs on a treadmill. As a teacher, I have been soaking up my last moments of freedom until kids return to my classroom, and my "morning" run - most might call this an afternoon run since I generally sleep until about 9:30, get on my computer for an hour and stroll out the door around 11:00 - is an integral part of that freedom. Summers in the south {if one wants to classify Louisville, KY as south} don't allow for much outdoor activity between the hours of 9:00 AM and 10:00 PM {at least not for this Colorado girl who is used to a dry mountainous heat that puts the stickiness of the east coast to shame}. August involves me rummaging through my shorts, tank tops and near-nothing dresses to find {yet another} combination. Meanwhile, my purse houses a surplus of layers to combat even the most intense air conditioning. This last week, however, I have actually been able to layer {before leaving the house} and be comfortable outside; thus, eating outside became a staple, and my husband sought to avidly play golf every evening. Our worlds collided on Friday night when he got to play 18 with his buddies, and I drove with one of his buddy's girlfriends to the clubhouse to meet them for dinner. It was one of those divine summer moments that are epitomized by delicious nachos, an epic sunset and {duh!} herringbone prints.

J. Crew Factory herringbone tank + Else mint skinny jeans + Tory Burch aviator sunglasses

Michael Kors Hamilton tote

Francesca's statement necklace {similar colors here}

INC International Concepts wedges {similar style here}

The view of the 18th hole from the back deck of the clubhouse