July 4, 2016 § Leave a comment
Happy birthday, America! We (my grandmother and I!) spent our holiday weekend watching orange-pink sunsets & bursts of fireworks along the beach, playing dominoes until bed time, and chatting over coffee in the morning.
Today, we’re people watching & on the lookout for more fireworks. Holy hibiscus, Ccocoa Beach is beautiful in summer!
Hope you have a Happy 4th!
February 1, 2016 § 1 Comment
Sometimes on a Monday morning during Winter, it helps to think about the beach. I already posted some ocean photos of my time visiting my Grandmother in Cocoa Beach in January, but here are even more tropical photos. I’ll let them do the talking. Have a great week, everyone!
^^^ Best for last! Love you, Nana! ^^^
January 12, 2016 § 2 Comments
How calming is the ocean? These photos from a hazy sunset last week fill me with such peace. One resolution in 2016 is to pay more attention to my senses. Reading A Natural History of the Senses by Diane Ackerman has everything to do with this!!! And finally accepting that I’m addicted to my phone, which is pointless.
I just spent a week in Cocoa Beach, FL visiting my grandmother. It rained all but two days, so I didn’t get as many freckles as I usually do when hitting the beach and pool. We played hours of dominoes and card games each night, and a week away with someone I love so much made the whole world disappear. No better way to start a new year.
Hopefully this year will be full of paying more attention to my surroundings. Feeling the ocean, hearing the birds, hugging my grandmother, tasting coconut macroons, smelling the coffee. It helps if this coffee is on a balcony overlooking tropical plants and the shore. Just taking it all in.
April 28, 2015 § Leave a comment
If I had to choose right now, I’d nominate waking up at the beach with the ones I love the most to be the ultimate archetype of a perfect morning. South Carolina beaches are nice, but nowhere near as tropical as Cocoa Beach– where my grandmother calls home. A change of scenery (and ice cream cake!) is v important.
Currently reading: Almost Famous Women by Megan Mayhew Bergman and Telsa: A Portrait With Masks by Vladimir Pistalo. Danny packed Frank Miller’s Daredevil Vol. 2. Currently wearing: Obsessing over an old pair semi-cropped wide-leg flares, this one-piece swimsuit, and crisp whites. Currently loving: Hermit’s Victory. this Butterbeer recipe, and any movie night screening Jaws. Plus all this stuff.
April 28, 2015 § 1 Comment
My mother and grandmother have their birthdays two days apart. This year, my grandmother turned eighty-five! Danny and I drove to Cocoa Beach and met up with the rest of my family for the occasion. We threw her a surprise party that was successful and quite exciting. You may see a little clip here! She was certainly surprised. Not to mention extremely popular! There were fifty or so in attendance. Born in 1930 and thriving. We love you, Nana! « Read the rest of this entry »
April 20, 2015 § 2 Comments
Crazy rainy in the Carolina’s lately. The pressure is on, May. Bloom beautifully. Anyway… we’re headed to the beach this week! Here’s some of what I like and love for Spring, Summer, and the ocean.
1. Zara embroidered top. I fell in love with this whimsical beauty the second I saw it. 2. Film. I’m excited to take a break from digital as I recently dug up an old Canon AL-1 and Polaroid 600…Also found these shots of Lauren and I frolicking in Cocoa Beach circa 2008! 3. Beatrice Pink Metallic Sunglasses. These should come with a convertible and a silk scarf. So fun! 4.Yield Design French Press. The ceramic body and copper top of this French press feels bright and clean. 5. Byredo La Tulipe Perfume Tulips remind me of a person who reminds me that life is precious. Byredo for the win with beautiful fragrances. 6. Mango Fringe Linen Poncho. Way, way good for words. 7. Books. Kelly Link’s Get In Trouble and Karen Solie’s The Road In Is Not The Same Road Out are at the top of my list. 8.Black Hole Creations Palmistry Necklace. Etsy is awesome because a girl in France can make this amazing piece and ship it over like its nbd. 9. Zara Two Tone Wide Brimmed Hat. I know about five people who need this hat. Goes straw hat to chic hat real quick (Drake Voice). 10. Vintage Green Suede Boxy Handbag. Another Etsy find! I was doubting the suede in the summer look this season until this structured little bag won me over. 11. Nars Lip Pencil in Cruella + Rikugien. Birthday gifts are awesome, but early birthday gifts from Sephora are super awesome! Nars is a favorite splurge, so I’m looking forward to these May 1st.
Now…. More book recommendations, please!
May 26, 2014 § 1 Comment
Last week I spent a few days in Cocoa Beach, Florida with my freakishly-healthy, eighty-four year old grandmother. Prior to my arrival, some medical issues popped up out of the blue like a fin and she, having never been prescribed medicine in her life, has been slow to accept her limitations. I.e. she doesn’t want to rest. I.e. she tires quicker when walking her pug down the palm tree laden street. I.e. it was pretty good timing that I already requested off work. Each morning when asked how she was feeling, she’d respond to me on a scale of how pale she felt. “Pale” being the only word she could articulate her low-energy, somewhat head-achey, imbalanced self. It became sort of a joke, feeling pale. I can’t explain how sweet it was to hear her giggling between sentences like, “No, no paleness.” or, “You know what, honey, I’m feeling a little pale again.” We did the things we always do: played dominos, talked about my grandfather, stashed coconut macaroons from the Chinese Buffet in our purses. But we did them slowly, taking breaks, and checking our blood pressure. While I was there, I read Maggie Nelson’s book Bluets. It is a manifesto of sorts surrounding author/poet/girl’s affection and personal attachment to the color blue. It’s remarkable. And while I don’t have a constant, overwhelming attachment to any shade—I felt less alone in my attachment to texture and mood that objects, definitely certain types of light, can bring. I felt less alone in my attachment to loneliness in general. Nelson’s book isn’t about feeling the blues, but its pages reminded me of how often and deeply I do. Which is a thing about me I have somehow chosen or not. My earliest memory is one of complete despair when discovering that my mom had washed the pants I’d worn to preschool. I was upset because I had won something, chose a Ulysses butterfly sticker as my prize, and wanted to give it to her. What mother wasn’t obsessed with butterflies in the mid-nineties? The paper disintegrated in the washing machine and I couldn’t get over the sadness I felt (clearly, still talking about it two decades later). This story is supposed to somehow connect with the idea that we don’t stop learning how to be hurt, and that’s fine. I took a lot of things from Bluets. Truly. Ransacked the thing. I loved it. But mostly it just reminded me of how beautiful, and humbling, it is to be disappointed. So deep, I know. When I was in Cocoa, it was odd to notice my grandmother’s blues. Her frustration volleying in-between doctors and nurses, the ache of her husband who actually only wore blue collared shirts, and the visible navy bruise on her cheekbone from the initial fall. But it is also necessary to see bright things in the shade. We had fun.