Monday, August 20, 2012

Big Hair at the Beach

The beach is the perfect place to ponder my top knot philosophy...
The bigger the top knot, the warmer the head...
Thus it should follow...
I've got one haute noggin
Vintage sunnies and a massive bun keep me smilin through the cold

 Sunglasses: Vintage
Shawl: Origin Unkown (beyond the chest in the living room)

This past weekend Ryan and I pretended it was warm and ventured to his family's beach house.  Numerous sun dances and countless prayers for any semblance of summer weather were fruitless as we could not will the warmth. Alas, in the wise word's of Ernest Hemingway, "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco."


  1. Always reminds me of the Ernest character from Midnight in Paris, the unflinching, unblinking soliloquy -

    The assignment was to take the hill. There were four of us, five if you counted Vicente, but he had lost his hand when a grenade went off and couldn't fight as could when I first met him. And he was young and brave, and the hill was soggy from days of rain. And it sloped down toward a road and there were many German soldiers on the road. And the idea was to aim for the first group, and if our aim was true we could delay them.

  2. Im obsessed with your topknot. I mean.... I've been obsessed for years. #topknot

  3. Gah! How do you follow your blog? I can't find a homepage url or anything. How I adore your writing!

  4. ........nevermind. The internet fixed itself. Yay !