I whipped up this tank top a few summers ago, with my mind on String Summit, the annual bluegrass music festival that my friends and I camp out at every year – an entire weekend of hanging out in the woods, amazing music, delicious food, and some serious lounging. Jesse has promised to give me a nudge when I’m “too old to rock this,” but for now, Summit is still the one place on the planet where I will wear an apron back hippie top with wild abandon. And you know what? Nearly every person I pass by asks me to make them one.

 

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