This felt like reading "The Summer I Turned Pretty" but better, because it's real. Love this, and love how you included photos of Purple Mist! What a special car.
The essays get better and better each time and the laughing out loud, get louder and louder each time. And then there are the moments that make me want to cry. Thank you for writing and sharing.
This is such a little emotional to read before work especially with this line, “I can’t imagine Angelina driving anything other than the purple Jeep,” while I caught myself also listening to Heirloom Pain by Niki.
Just found you, just read this. As the owner of a 22 year old Volvo estate I too love old cars. Thanks for sharing your Purple Mist memories - I want to inhabit your summers past, they sound awesome!
it’s so beautiful how many memories an object (vehicle?) could hold - you so wonderfully articulated how special it is in the moment and how devastating it can be when it’s over
I love how well you capture the feelings and views of each age you tell the story from! The ease and adventure of being a teenager feels distant but close, like last year’s summer, when I read this
Also, interestingly enough, the last photo from August 11, 2024 has the mirror on. By the time I returned it to Clare’s dad that same day it was in the trunk waiting to be fixed next summer.
looove this! I grew up with an old toyota highlander named sylvia — nowhere as cool as a purple jeep, but definitely still the epitome of summer in my brain
This felt like reading "The Summer I Turned Pretty" but better, because it's real. Love this, and love how you included photos of Purple Mist! What a special car.
omg best compliment :) thank you so much!!
absolutely howled when you opened up tumblr to google “nantucket summer”
LOVED , repeat LOVED reading this.
Every sentence, your style of writing, humor , music , photos , you got me at :
can’t imagine Angelina driving anything other than the Purple Jeep (!) , the love you have for this jeep .
THANK YOU!
ahhhh you are so kind. thank you for your sweet words & thank you for reading. glad you enjoyed!!!!
The essays get better and better each time and the laughing out loud, get louder and louder each time. And then there are the moments that make me want to cry. Thank you for writing and sharing.
i love you!!!!
This has been the best late summer reads on substack ever
THANK YOU<3
this was so beautiful to read!! the love you have for the Purple Jeep is so evident and this style of writing is always so incredible! <3
thank you so much omg 😭🤍
This is such a little emotional to read before work especially with this line, “I can’t imagine Angelina driving anything other than the purple Jeep,” while I caught myself also listening to Heirloom Pain by Niki.
it was emotional for me too—those words meant so much
Just found you, just read this. As the owner of a 22 year old Volvo estate I too love old cars. Thanks for sharing your Purple Mist memories - I want to inhabit your summers past, they sound awesome!
ahh thank you for reading!!! i love that, i'm sure you have so many memories with yours too :)
it’s so beautiful how many memories an object (vehicle?) could hold - you so wonderfully articulated how special it is in the moment and how devastating it can be when it’s over
This was so beautiful, I had to read it twice in a row. It felt like we were all there with you and that made me kinda emotional. 💜💜💜
omg :') thank you so much emma !!!!!
ok great now i need a purple jeep 🥹
we all do <3
The nostalgia is palpable up in here! loved this🤎🤎
thank you so much caitlyn <3 <3 <3
I love how well you capture the feelings and views of each age you tell the story from! The ease and adventure of being a teenager feels distant but close, like last year’s summer, when I read this
thank you so much sasha !!!!
<3 !!! I love Nantucket thanks to Elin Hilderbrand, reading this was amazing! I knew you're substacks were my favorite for a reason
omg :') thank you so MUCH
Also, interestingly enough, the last photo from August 11, 2024 has the mirror on. By the time I returned it to Clare’s dad that same day it was in the trunk waiting to be fixed next summer.
hahahahahaha <3
looove this! I grew up with an old toyota highlander named sylvia — nowhere as cool as a purple jeep, but definitely still the epitome of summer in my brain
sylvia<3 i love it—thank you for reading and for sharing!!!