Here is another post of sailor-girl styling. This time, the nautical stripes come in red-and-white as well. This Tracy Watts hat is fun and light, but the moment you let it go it covers the entire face. I might have to pin it next time.
hat
electric blue
The weather was so beautiful while we were preparing for exams that I remember picturing myself by the pool as soon as exams were over. I pictured a bright bikini, a large hat, mohitos, and something festive playing in the background. Well I tried that today, with my Michael Kors straw tote in hand and everything else I described. Only as soon as I just about finished with my set up it started raining. Um, so now I’m inside…still hoping that my dream could materialize today.
tropical sunfruit
My “newly acquired independence” (that’s code for becoming single) is giving me more time to reflect and just be on my own than I’ve had in a long time. Naturally, my days have their ups and downs and I find myself doubting and questioning notions that I previously accepted as truths. To dispel some of the vagueness, I’ll just tell you that I’m referring to tedious relationship stuff. Anyway, I’m going to call this part of my life the “Inquisition Period” and never speak of it again. I hope. Today’s post encompasses some of what I refuse to question however. The power of vitamin D and the love of family and friends.
good stuff on the strand
This is the last beach look from my trip to LA. For some miraculous reason I was finally called into work (some tv show) today, so I have to make this short.
get your feet wet
This post is in two parts and will be laid out similarly to Full Moon Shenanigans. On our second last day in LA, we continued to enjoy some of the best things it has to offer – its fresh seafood and lively beaches. Our good friend, Dima, flew in from Toronto to meet us here so while the boys played volleyball I immersed myself in my usual beach activities of reading and napping. In the spirit of enjoying the full experience, I would periodically walk up to the ocean in contemplation of possibly jumping in, but somehow my ambitious intentions were always reduced to just getting my feet wet and shamefully walking back to my blanket with my head down and a “maybe-next-time” look on my face. A few more such cycles of reading, napping, and ‘feet-wetting’ and it was time to drive back to the hotel.
