Oh this beautiful, jaw dropping, makes you feel oh so small earth we are so blessed to live on. I want to swim in all the oceans, feel the crisp & cool mountain air, soak up the tropics, climb the mountains, go for as many walks as possible, keep on finding unexpected beauty, and stock up on frequent flier miles while seeing all that it has to offer.
So, let’s all do something to help it stay beautiful, instead of messing it all up.
I met up with my friend Ashley of Seiba yesterday for a little SUP stroll in Malibu. And well, whenever I see her, she is adorned in some sort of friendship bracelet radness. (Free People even took note of this). Yesterday she had a skinny belt woven in her hair into a braid. Well, that inspired me to figure out new ways to adorn my locks in some woven goodness. The result? I like to call it the cuffed looped pony.
It’s pretty easy but looks rather sweet.
When asked what my favorite kind of bikini bottom is, my answer is petty much always the same: the boyshort.
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.