As I discovered when I used the nifty little Ikea frother at the beach cottage. Milk froths. Right.
I was there with my beach girls. . .
reading, walking, swimming at the beach proper.
A beach girl modeling a cover-up I whipped up: a very oversized, men's cotton shirt with white ball-fringe around cuffs and tails. Whimsically excellent for protecting skin. In my mind I call it a bathing chemise because that sounds whimsically retro to me - but it doesn't really describe the garment all that well.
And inspired by my Pearl Party fascinator, we all made fascinators for pennies from a creative reuse store. I love those places! Look at the dangling black leaves on this one. My favorite.
We are 18 years into this summer tradition ("makes you sound old," says my husband), and this year we started nibbling at ideas for our fortieth birthday beach year. My goodness. Forty.