Water, water

On Saturday I took a trek to the tip of Cape Cod at Provincetown to gaze at the sea. It is the coldest, deepest part of the ocean I have seen on this coast. The waves crashed violently as the wind howled, icy, still, for March. I scanned the horizon for an end in sight; silly me, there is none.

So easily and so often, I am struck by the powerful force of nature. Cold, unrelenting, unstoppable. As beautiful as it is frightening. I am humbled by its vastness and awed by its majesty. It makes me feel so small, and well aware that everything around me could be struck, shaken, crumbled, vanished in an instant.

My mind and heart is with the people of Japan. I may be far away, distance-wise, from their tragedy, but I am keeping their pain and sorrow close. As I gaze at my calmer coast, I can only imagine what they have been through and pray for their stamina and safety. I have yet to go over there but I will soon and, when I do, I want to help.

Here, you can view the Boston Globe's coverage of last Friday's earthquake and tsunami. Or watch the chilling footage, below.



And if you feel compelled, please offer Japan your help, here.



There is always hope.

Summer breeze

I hate to say it, but it's nearly the end of July and summer is just breezing on by. Oops, I didn't mean to rhyme (or maybe I did).

Lately I've been sad about it. I miss being a little kid, and spending all summer barefoot in the grass or at the beach, slurping on popsicles and smoothies and not having anywhere to be. Man... being an adult is a bummer!



So I squeeze in mini-moments on the beach, dreaming of days where I can just soak up the sun and be lazy. Sitting in my cube, that sure sounds appealing. Ahhhh.



My laptop is currently broken, so the next few "outfit posts" I share are a few days... or weeks... old. I'm getting my haircut tomorrow but probably won't be able to share any pictures of that for a while. How will it turn out? We'll have to wait and see!



Not that you don't have better things to do. I mean, really. It's summer! Go be all summer-y. I'll be sitting here, slaving away, living vicariously...

Boots to the beach

So there was a gorgeous day this past weekend, the first truly gorgeous, sun-shining, blue sky day in a while, but I was feeling blah. Still, in an effort to evoke the summery day, I slipped on a bright sundress and ventured to the beach. My feet were clad in my emergencies-only, stranded -in-the-frozen-tundra boots, hurting from one too many stiletto-ed weekdays. I had zero plans to appear in any of my photos, but fate (nay, my mother) intervened. She said my boots were "cute." Fugly faux-Uggs only a mother could love. Forgive me, fashionistas, for I have sinned.

Dress, Sunglasses: Ann Taylor Loft
Offending Boots: I've no idea; let us never speak of them again.

For this major faux pas, I beg your pardon, and offer a few scenic shots as penance:

And the following pics are shared simply because I like the weird alien-like glow the sunset lends my face... the closest thing I'll ever have to a tan.

Ah, the hilarity of it all...