Singing Beach Stroll
Hey-o, there's a mix-and-match bikini under there somewhere because BEACH DAYS ARE BACK, BABY! Finally.
Last weekend was glorious and began with a trip to the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum. A friend from Maine drove down to join me for the day and we only misbehaved a very little. While the Legion of Honor is my San Francisco favorite, the Isabella is easily my Boston favorite (sorry, MoS). It's almost monstrously beautiful - just thinking about it five days later kind of crushes my soul in that blissfully pleasant manner beauty has. I could have knelt on the Mediterranean blue tiles of the Spanish Cloister and wept at the foot of John Singer Sargent's El Jaleo for hours. It absolutely took my breath away.
There was also a lunch in the award-winning Café G, during which the entire room was serenaded by a handful of very expressive male opera singers, and where you'll find historical recipes once prepared by Isabella Gardner herself, flowers on display in the Courtyard (and in select dishes, even), and the waitstaff will grin curious little Cheshire cat grins while bringing you enormous glasses of sangria de cava.
Hours later we caught up with the tomboy, who'd just gotten off work, and strolled Newbury Street awhile before sitting down to a delicious meal at Lolita, a Back Bay tequila bar.
And then came Saturday! We smartly decided to take a little day trip to the Cape Ann seashore and settled on Manchester-by-the-Sea's Singing Beach, because how totally adorable are their names? Also, I'd read that the beach itself would be really pretty, had an excellent snack shack (very important factor, kids), and possibly cliffs.
CLIFFS! BLUFFS TOO PERILOUS! SO EXCITING!
I really must stop looking for signs of the Pacific Coast on this one, because those cliffs mean certain death if leapt from, and these ones were...well, I'm pretty sure I've jumped off higher precipices in my youth. It was a gorgeous sandy beach, though. We'll definitely be back.
You'll see more of it in the next post, I promise! These photos are from the little stroll you have to take to get to the beach, about a half-mile walk from town to the waves, dotted with a small harbor and little privately owned docks tickling the water's edge. I wore these towering Kensie wedges along with a Duro Olowu for JCP skirt, a cool white chambray shirt from Old Navy, and a vintage headscarf and sunglasses. My anchor ring is from Kate Spade (similar here), my skull bracelet is from Brandy Melville, and the little lobster beach roll is Tommy Hilfiger (similar here). The little straw picnic basket from Target makes a great beach tote, too.
Then came Father's Day and its less-than-stellar weather, but we spoiled M rotten with a homemade chilaquiles brunch, a Fischer pocket square and tiny Projecteo, DIY terrariums and the new Superman movie. It was lots of fun but we were happy to settle onto the couch and unwind with some Mad Men and our new television addiction, Scandal.
It's been unusually busy around here with finals for the kiddo, sunny weekends, visits with friends, and work - phew! Tonight I'm off to a client's gala, and then the week will settle down a bit. More soon, my friends!