summer love

{this is how we roll...yo}

seriously. this: really is how we roll, living at the beach. most evenings i do a quick pre dinner run to the market with my big red beach cruiser. and then there's always the, half lidded, leisurely ride down the beach to the next town for dinner. riding my bike in the summer always reminds me of being a kid. so simple and happy.

{tan feet} i know, feet really skig people out. and actually, i used to feel the same way. but now i realize that they're the old sages of our bodies~they're your understanding, after all. to use a {really stupid} phrase from a bad t-shirt, they've been there and done that. mine are as beat up and well ridden as anyone's {proudly} but they always look better with a summer patina.

{canvas cabins} what's not to love about this concept? heated, blankets, well appointed digs. uh... ya. stir me up some grub and pour me a cold glass of trefethen.

{front porch lemonade} i know this sounds so martha {our lord and savior} but i'm not kidding you, have you made real lemonade? oh. man, it's so the best. here's the recipe:

the juice of 1 lb of lemons

2 cups simple syrup {1 cup sugar, 1 cup water-dissolved on the stove top}

add some ice and a sprig of mint

{summer kicks}

tretorns. every summer, it was our requisite uniform: tank suit {for swim team} and tretorns {for tennis} i feel a fashion trend a comin' on.

{eau d'ete} for me? if there were such a thing? it would be a combo of: johnson's baby shampoo, coppertone lotion and chlorine....oh and maybe a bit of smoke from the bar-b-chew

{white sheets}i have a very good friend who once spent an entire pay check on fabulous white sheets, of a very high thread count. so excited was she to feel exotic and chic, that before retiring she slathered herself in self tanner {because really, you want a fantastic tan against white sheets} the rest is history. or her~story.