Jran Grey's A Private Cabana

I discovered the ultimate sunbathing retreat right on the cedar patio bench—a heavy canvas tote with a rolled, turquoise-striped cotton towel spilling over the side. Naturally, an invitation like that was impossible to decline. I climbed up the bench slats and stepped straight onto the soft, textured ridges of the towel. The sun-warmed weave felt delightfully plush beneath my bare feet, like the softest poolside lounger. Leaning back against the sturdy canvas rim with one knee drawn up, I let the warm breeze drift past while admiring the open garden. Even in a simple backyard tote, a girl knows how to claim front-row luxury.