This swirly straw beauty was a gift on behalf of Kate Spade. (I keep wanting to quote a certain infamous child leaving a certain oral-care office: "Is this real life!? Is this really happening!?" Thank you Suzanne, for making me feel like I was just hit with laughing gas.)
I already took it for a turn at the season's inaugural Jazz in the Park in the National Sculpture Garden. It was the perfect size for my blanket and (shh) contraband champagne.