Putting my horrendous penmanship to good use.
I believe in living in the moment, not looking back (too much) and making the most of each day. But I’d be lying if I didn’t confess that I miss Hawaii every day. Some days every minute, some other days it seems every second. After returning from my last trip back, it is rekindling these feelings more than ever.
Whenever I get an email of someone telling me they want to move to Hawaii, or that I inspired them to move, I cry a little on the inside. So, I am sorry if I haven’t emailed you back, it’s just I wish I could go back with you.
So, I sit, with my big soundproof headphones on, listening to John Cruz on repeat, and figured it’s time to write a long overdue list about…what I miss about Hawaii.
Or at least try.
Every now and then I put on an outfit and feel like it was made for me. Even though it wasn’t. Or maybe it was, and I really owe someone a thank you note. Anyways, when this happens, the clouds part and the angels sing the hallelujah chorus (with a reggae beat), because it’s a match made in beach style heaven.
One thing about moving to LA, is how easily the little voice of self doubt starts to chime in (it’s been chirping a lot lately). So, a little more late night rambling and thinking about what really matters was just what Dr. Feelgood ordered.
Hope it makes someone out there smile.
For times when gyms aren’t in the picture, you are traveling, can’t go on a run, or are on house arrest. Body weight circuits are quite handy. Your heart pumps, you sweat a ton, you jam to Pandora, you maybe even watch the Today Show while you do it (guilty as charged).
So, here’s a good little body weight circuit, that definitely makes you sweat ( I did it in sweats, which helped)…to do while jamming to your favorite boy band Pandora station.
There’s a little barefoot, boho, sandy, sun loving, backless breezy jumpsuit wearing, beach bum in all of us.
Especially when on the North Shore.
One thing (among many) that I miss about living in Hawaii is my free Lanikai (ok any beach really ) sand body scrubs. Well, luckily I was able to test out a product that is helping fill that white sandy void in my life.
It’s called Frank Coffee Scrub, and it’s making me do a happy dance…the cha cha actually.
As I sit, staring at my walls (that are that blah beige/off white that all apartment walls are painted for some reason) and my floors (that are covered in dog hair, even though I just swept and our pup has short hair), while listening to cars and trucks drive by (because we live on a “short cut street”), I close my eyes, and dream of…the Beach House.
A few items that are inspiring me to make my latte at home so I can save more money and actually make this dream house happen one day:
It felt oh so sweet to finally have some QT in the studio (aka my kitchen table) today. My paints and pens, I’ve really missed you.
And yeah, that kimono rocks.
I found this sweet Cowrie shell when I was on Oahu a few weeks ago (while on my endless search for a sunrise shell), and have been trying to find something cool to do with it. Well, I also just sorted all my clothes and had an old tee that I couldn’t totally part with. So, with the help of some sharp scissors and learning a new way to braid, I combined the two to make a comfy and simple little bracelet.
Here’s the how-to. Because, you know, we all have a plethora of old tees and unused shells laying around.
Five little (yet important) things I’ve learned about beach style.
• Wear 3 necklaces. One that’s really low, one that hits between your boobs, and one you always wear and forget you are wearing it.
• At least 3 bracelets on one hand is totally acceptable, and is even encouraged.
• Old cutoffs that are a little too big and are on the brink of being socially unacceptable, are in fact absolutely perfect.
• Chose a bikini that can easily go from beach to whatever it is you need to do, and is so comfy it doubles as underwear, in fact you wish your underwear were this comfy.
• Don’t bother doing your hair, and always get a little sandy.
In staying within the genre of produce inspired pedicures, I ventured back to basics with a simply sweet little cherry print. It’s easy, it helps my toes be reminded that it’s spring, and somehow I like to think that Shirley Temple is looking down at my feet, and is proud.
So, here’s how you can have your own cherry print toes.