Every Friday night, during the warmer months, the little town where I live hosts a farmers market. It's right along the boardwalk; the ocean on one side, the tiny, quaint shops on the other. People bring their dogs, musicians play folksy music, and everyone lines up to fill their buckets with the famous kettle corn. The market ends in a couple weeks and I will miss it, dearly. The smells, the sights, the energy in the air; it's all contributed to the fond memories I have of this past Summer.see full outfit post here
