.when hell freezes over...

When Hell freezes over you will find me in this amazing Missoni bikini. I will be a bit cold, but look darling. Until that time, I will re-live (in my mind) the days I pranced around, without a care, in bathing suits that were held together by sheer will. The kind of suits I tell my daughters are too skimpy. The kind that leave nothing to the imagination. The kind I wore when I met my husband.

Enough said.

.back to reality

On our way home.  Goodbye beach.  I will miss you.  Goodbye Ed at the bar. Goodbye shells. Goodbye eight dollar cokes and million dollar shacks.  I will wear this to the Teeter and think of you fondly...

(image Coco and Kelly)

.real estate envy

The prices of real estate in the low country seem OUT OF WHACK.   We are at the beach, so maybe news is slow to get to the island, as businesses seem unaware most people cannot afford a nine dollar salad with five and a half pieces of lettuce and a tomato wedge. Ditto the real estate. This house would be a steal at $995,000.000.

As for being close to the water, you're in luck. The toilet is three steps from the bed.

(image james merrill)

.beach mornings

Really enjoying a few days at the beach.  Got my basket out, flip flops on. Strolling and looking for pieces like these. Finding splinters and cracked shells instead. Which does not stop me from collecting them and wondering what their story is.  

.friday floataway

Seemed like a long week.  Very excited to grab my bags and wash ashore in Charleston, SC for a few days. Packed a few things, ready for a change, kids have Spring Break in a few hours. Always on the lookout for shells to add to my collection of about a zillion.

And then I saw this, a perfect way to end a week discussing the unexpected in design. I wonder if it sounds like the ocean if you put your head on the floor? I wonder if it is in Idaho? I wonder if they want one of my books?

But, hey,the beach is the beach, and I am ready to be swept away.  Happy Weekend!