sunnies & seersucker


Sonny & Cher, peanut butter & jelly, Maddie & sale

Some things are just meant to be pairs, and today I think I found a new one.

I call it “sunnies and seersucker”.


This week, I have had a bad case of the the vacation blues. Seven days of nothing to do but whatever-the-heck-you-want makes getting back to the daily grind of life an icy reality check.

I dug this cute little sundress deep from the depths of my closet, in pursuit of something sweet, fun, and all-American. If anything can cheer me up, it’s a little (or a lot) of closet shopping.

I think this one did the trick nicely.

These cute sunnies are brand spankin’ new and my very favorites. Thank you Target for another stroke of genius. This pair has the magical ability to make me feel (a teeny bit) like a glamorous old movie star.

(In her younger days, that is)


bits2.jpg.jpg2And just when this dress couldn’t get any more darling, some smart, smart person added ruffles.


Even though I was born the colors of the American flag (red hair, blue eyes, white skin), a little red lipstick makes a blue and white dress that much more patriotic.

A bow in the back adds some pretty little detail.bits8.jpgbits7.jpg

One of my favorite summer staples: to say that I wear these sandals almost every day would NOT be an exaggeration.


Remember folks: if you’re ever stuck with a case of the vacation blues, look to the depths of your closet. You never know what you might find..

(hint hint it might be better than clothes: pockets are great for pennies and peppermints)



sundress (similar) here, here, and here// sandals// sunnies// lipstick


The past seven days have been glorious. My philosophy on surfing, old bay scented shrimp , and seashell hunting is that you can never have too much of a good thing.

I am infatuated with life on Topsail Island.

And now I will tell you a little tale of a thing I like to call opportunistic shopping.


It begins with a man named Uncle John (who is not really my uncle). He brought his stories of girlfriends past, Dominican cigarllos, and ancient coffee maker all the way from Florida.

He also brought this gem.


I walked into the kitchen after a morning of surfboards and saltwater and spotted it, sitting all by itself. After exclaiming that it was the most perfect bag i’d ever seen, I asked whose it possibly could be.

The only reply better than “Beyonce’s” is “yours”.

John had bought it for my grandma. It wasn’t really her style. It also wasn’t my mom’s style, or my aunt’s for that matter.

It’s a darn good thing it was mine.


Sometimes the very best things are stumbled upon when you aren’t really looking for them.

If you’re very lucky, they also happen to be free. It isn’t every day that a handmade leather bag falls into your arms (literally).


I can’t decide which is better: hand sewn by a long forgotten creator, or hand picked by one of my favorite relatives.

Let’s go with both.



One day a very long time ago, someone somewhere in South America stamped the perfect little gift with intricate designs and lots of love.

bitsOver the past seven days, my summer has been stamped with hundreds of little memories.

My heart has been stamped with happiness.

bitstop// shorts// sandals (similar)