“Balmy nights picnicking on the beach and making memories…”

My entire, lifelong daydream in the summer has been to picnic. I always want that cute little checkered table cloth and mason jars filled with juice, accompanied by salty sandwiches.

As fate would have it, my first picnic was at the Nazi Amphitheater with my girls Margaux – we took wine, beautiful strawberries, delectable Ritter Sport bars, and some fantastic cheese…just as the Europeans would have it.

So, with my trusty picnic girlie pop, we took over Target and raided their America aesthetic. I mean, we’ve done as the Germans did and now to take over the U-S-of-A.

Here’s a little table of transitions from Europe to the great, West Coast…

Rose Wine to Chandon Champagne (your girls are bad and boujee)

Water in Hydroflasks to Sparkling Water in Mason Jars

Fruits and Cheese to Fish and Chips (thanks, Malibu Seafood)

Chocolate Bars to Sparkly Lights

Picnics are my favorite thing in the whole, wide summer. We were the talk of the ‘Bu, with our blatant disregard for being incredibly extra and bringing battery operated twinkly lights. You do what you have to do and the Real Housewives of Malibu wouldn’t have done it any differently.

Until next time, I’ll be cuddled up in the June Gloom, awaiting a fabulous Friday at Fred’s.

A special thanks to our friends at Malibu Seafood for always taking the best care of us. As always, all opinions are my own.