Perfect Light & Dinghy Adventures

I have quickly gotten absolutely addicted to this blazer. It's the perfect throw-it-on-over-anything-to-make-my-outfit-spectacularly-classy-and-pulled-together item.

These shorts have also become a fast friend. The silky fabric and superbly comfy elastic waist have got me never wanting to take them off (even if they once belonged to a senior citizen).


I think I will make a spectacular old person.

I am now back in Martha's Vineyard for the third time after a lovely hiatus at home, and this time I have brought along my dearest friend (and photographer!) Sylvia. Her camera, combined with nifty editing, made for some incredible shots. I think. You be the judge!


This gorgeous clearing is in the back of our house. I think I have poison ivy on my feet from traipsing around in it so much, but it was totally worth it.


I think the above is my favorite picture of the day.

The first one below is undoubtedly Sylvia's favorite. She said I look Italian.

After we took these I started to get quite silly and performed an impromptu karate routine. Sylvia captured quite a few memorable action shots.

This is one is just hilarious.

Vintage blazer and shorts, Target slouchy tee, ancient Gap flats

Earlier today Sylvia and I had an absolutely crazy adventure.

We were sitting on the dock eating enormous ice creams when two people chugged in on their dinghy, sipping wine and looking generally pleased with life. They started chatting with us and we expressed interest in their dinghy, and the man told us we could take it for a ride.

We were disbelieving at first, but they were extremely friendly (and probably more than slightly drunk) and told us we could use it. Then they departed, leaving the dinghy at our disposal. Instead of braving the motor, we used the attached oars to push away from the dock and basically paddle in circles for a few minutes. It was extremely enjoyable.

Then the time came to row back in. We were having an inordinate amount of trouble coordinating our rowing and therefore kept turning every which way rather than row toward the dock. It took us about ten minutes to row back the ten feet to the dock, with a guy who had just come back in his dinghy telling us which way to paddle.

All the while we were giggling hysterically, and everybody around was laughing at us. It was simultaneously mortifying and the most fun I have ever had. Definitely take a look at Sylvia's blog for the photographic evidence of our insanely fun evening.

What crazy shenanigans have you all gotten up to this summer?