Morfa Nefyn Beach, Wales.
Mr.D & I were walking along the beach in Wales a few weeks ago when there was a commotion in the water. Something about someone stepping on a crab. Suddenly, a polka dotted creature came running from the lagoon.
When I started this blog last March, I just randomly picked the name polka dot because it was a pet name I used to say in an email exchange with a friend in NY. I didn't really expect that polka dots would be huge - literally - on swimsuits this season. I'm seeing them round the pool out here on the Fork. In fact, my fashionable niece, Scarlett, who's 7 1/2 today (as she has reminded us quite a few times) has a hot pink one, and, since we like to dress alike (we're both in white comfy pj's & socks @ the moment) when we go to the pool soon, we're both going to wear polka dot swimsuits. And then, later, we'll celebrate with blueberry pie we made last night, after picking them in the misty rain, a most beautiful and magical, dream like experience.
Hope wherever you are, hope your day is going swimmingly.