Sunday: a regular mid-March 85 degrees. I didn’t really plan to end up on sand but scrounged together something beach-ish from the nether regions of my Jeep once it became clear that was the plan. That moment being the one when we braved the 405 in an effort to get west. This Ref dress was simple enough to go moonlit dinner-appropriate with my palest skinniest heeled sandals. Handiness of garment + laziness of me = best.