Typing this in our room @ my parents' summer place: just going to go for a swim then we'll drive 30 miles towards the city, still rural, and 'he' (my new word for my husband, I'm getting bored of 'Mr. Dot' - borrowed that one from the Photodiarist, thanks babe!) will drop me off at a school friend, Elise's house in the woods. I haven't seen it yet, nor seen her since high school, and my other really good friends, Linda (who I had dinner with the other night) and Caryn, will be there.
A girl's lunch.
Meanwhile, cause the whole North Shore coastline out here is so gorgeous, Mr. D - I mean, HE, will bring rod and attempt to fish. It's the bane of his existence: he's having a lovely holiday, but he doesn't swim - just kind of gets wet - and all he wants to do in HIS leisure time is fish. And the running theme on that gorgeous beach below the deck is 'there are no fish'. Every time we pass people they ask 'Catch any fish?' and smile. He did catch one fish, a really weird brown and orange inedible giant - I saw it, saw him swim away - and then, another night, he CAUGHT THE SAME FISH! He was like Dude, what am I, the only fish in the Sound?
What does all this have to do with this post? Nothing, really. These were shot on a day in the Dominican Republic recently. Annie and I had been on the beach the day before, sipping the most AMAZING chopped fresh pineapple coconut drinks out of the most vibrant orange pineapples (I didn't have my camera, you'll just have to use your imagination) and we had ordered lunch - with the boys and Norris - for the next day.
Well, come the day, we saw other glamorous people sitting round on plastic chairs and tables, eating their lunch, but the moment our food arrived - fresh fish, RECENTLY CAUGHT (sorry, honey) and fried plantains and salad and rice - the heavens opened. The fabulous guys who run the 'restaurant' (shack number 12) whisked the food away, set us up under a blue tarp behind the shacks, and hot damn if that wasn't much more magical, memorable, beautiful in every way.
What does this have to do with fashion? Everything, actually. I am loving the deep colours of these blues and greens with the tans and 'sables' of the sand. I love wearing colours that don't belong in the place where I am. I mean, come fall, I can't wait to wear a neon lime green jumper with, say, tan trousers, brown boots, my old true blue long Calvin Klein cotton cardigan.. I love the unexpected, like a tropical thunderstorm when you're expecting a sunny lunch on the beach. That's probably why I loved grey so much last summer: it felt so unexpected in a warm climate. Like the magical days the storm entered my room at the Villa, and Norris, Wallace and I were running around with mops.
Speaking of warm: what am I doing inside. It's another gorgeous day. No sign of rain. I've got just a few minutes to swim before we go. Altho, Elise does have a pool and asked us to bring our swimsuits. Can't wait to see my friends. Have a sweet day everyone!!