TBT x FFAF: The Waves
On account of the fact that I'm terribly backlogged here with posts (I cringe to think how badly), I've decided to embrace that Thursday pastime we've all come to love and know so well: #tbt.
...is an ancient internet tradition where folks post anything from baby photos to last month's soirees and pretty much everything in between.
Doing it here is a good opportunity to work my way through things I meant to share but just didn't get around to when they were fresh as a daisy; outfits and settings and little insider bits I'm no less excited to post now than I was then.
In light of the fact that truly frigid temps have inevitably found their way to old Boston, I'm bringing us back to the tranquil shores of Sagres. I know this is about when the going gets tough for folks with SAD, so maybe it'll serve as inspiration for warmer times — they're just around the corner, I promise! Hang in there, babycats.
You've seen the beach here from afar and all aglow at sunset, but this is your close-up! We'd been curious about this cove and suspected that less timid beachgoers snuck around the little outcropping to enjoy some full sun, so to speak. When it seemed safely abandoned one perfect afternoon, we set up camp but realized that wouldn't last too terribly long — the tide was already claiming what little sand was strewn between the rocks, but we still got to enjoy it for a little while, all to ourselves.
M kept to dry land while I braved the waves. This is a beautiful vintage piece I found in a shop somewhere in South Shore, maybe Dorchester or even Quincy, I couldn't tell you, to be honest.
It's not something I'd wear as a tunic but the moment I saw it on the rack, I knew it'd make a gorgeous, one-of-a-kind cover-up. The material is substantial but it only just covers the bum, so it won't work for all swim-related circumstances but I love it so much, it's so special. Also special? This beautiful old paperback, but not exactly what one would consider quintessential beach reading.
When it became clear that we'd have to swim our way back to the main beach if we waded any longer (beach puns! I'm sorry), we slipped back to the part of the beach where you snag chairs under a breezy umbrella and they bring you outstanding mojitos and you can rent the most absurd and amazing water playthings. These floating paddleboat car things with WATERSLIDES, for example:
In case you're curious, this is a Badgley Mischka Bridgette Dip Back Maillot that I found online for a song. It's a high maintenance piece to wear, to be sure. (Think minimal physical activity, like twisting around or, um, actually swimming for real. I learned all of the above the hard way and by that I mean I was really glad half the women at the beach were topless, because I briefly joined them.) The sunglasses were H&M and had a very nice life this summer, but they're dead and gone now. RIP, palm tree sunnies.