I want everything embroidered this fall. Everything. I plan to wear this dress for Christmas dinner in St. Martin because the mosquitoes coordinate a flash mob whenever I show up. I’ll be covered in breathable linen and I get my embroidery fix.
Being off the radar is a serious understatement to explain what has happened since my last post. I am very theatrical in my reactions so to minimize this, I usually say “nobody died”. Well, some people have died and most of my spring/summer was spent being rather apathetic towards most of the things that make me happy. But then we decided to go back to St. Martin this Christmas and I started to actually feel some of my feels again. There is something about resort styling that warms my cold, dead heart and that of my Mastercard. This is an important trip. My dad is coming so for the first Christmas ever, we don’t have to decide between international families. We’ll all be together. And I hate sand. Sand ruins everything. I’ve been looking for a roundie towel to lounge on/wrap in/cover the sand by my beach chair. There are so many options available with varying degrees of thickness and overall general quality, but based on reviews and price point, I’ve settled on this tasseled roundie. Starting to get a little bit of my spirit back.
I’m 4’10” so I look like a fire hydrant in Lycra if I wear a one piece. I also do a great deal of beach drinking so peeling off a salt water soaked bottom in a beach restroom is less treacherous than an entire suit. I do like to wear a tank or loose t shirt in lieu of a cover up and I’m taking all the above. Yes. Goodbye pants.
I’ve had these for 2 weeks. A whole 2 weeks before WhoWhatWear called them out for being all gold everything. My husband says “I don’t get them”, but I do. With cuffed skinnies, denim pencil skirts, high waisted shorts, and even ankle socks until the weather breaks for real. They are the only pair of heels I’m taking to St. Martin because they are all I need!
I don’t need a new beach bag, but I’m entertaining the option. Straw bags look gloriously beach chic, but they just end up trapping sand and dumping it everywhere. Forever. I’d like to have a canvas/linen bag (top row) or nylon bag (below) preferably with a shoulder strap in addition to handles. I already have both bags on the bottom soooooo….?
Traveling to St. Martin is a journey. It’s not like going to Africa, but in my own frame of reference, getting the gremlin tribe up at 3am for 2 flights is my own first world struggle. Airline cabin air is dreadful so if my skin is comfortable, the trip is more tolerable. Kiehl’s facial mist is so refreshing, though a little herbal for the gremlins (7 and 3 years old) so they prefer the travel size Amore Pacific Moisture Bound Mist. We all use the Laura Mercier lip balm and Klorane wipes pull multi duty as face, hands and butt wipes. All of the hand washing requires a substantial hand cream otherwise I’d be rolling like THIS. Then a spirtz of Klorane baby cologne for us all. It’s fresh and light enough for coach class.
Resort wardrobe styling continues and the next requirement is a pair of 60-63 mm, oversized wire rimmed sunglasses with a tint dark enough to cover a makeup free face but not too dark to read price tags. My life goals pair is on top, but those would mean eating nothing but rice for the next month (I hate rice…it tastes like hard air). I nearly Chardonnay shopped them last night, but the wine metabolized and I came up with more options that would allow me to buy food as well.
One month until spring break and wardrobe styling is running on all cylinders. My mood this trip to St. Martin is #chill because every time I go, my default mood unintentionally #nochill. I hope this style promotes chill.
I was dreading going back to work after Christmas. All of the Instagram posts the weekend before about how to cope with the dread by indulging in after Christmas sales were not helping. Even the thought of my gremlins going back to school was not helping. The new skirt I bought from Topshop was not helping. I made it through my first day, more so relieved that I came out of it alive, and ran home into hiding. The next day, feeling a bit more brave, I wore the new Topshop skirt and a pair of Lanvin ballet flats, threw my office heels in my bag and literally went running downstairs. It was spectacular. I missed the last 4 stairs and landed at the bottom. Always prepared for any situation, the extra padding I added to my hams over Christmas were the key to my skeletal preservation. The new skirt will have to postpone its debut until another day while I recuperate with Making A Murderer.