Beach Day

We spent our day off at the beach today. I hope you readers in northern parts of the country are still with me and didn't just close your browser in disgust. I mean, it wasn't like it was warm or anything, but sometimes you just have to go somewhere - anywhere - as far away from anything as you can get. And today provided the perfect opportunity. We were uncertain until this morning whether we'd go. A "cold" front is coming through the area and it promised rain and super-chilly winds. But, we had a window of time between the rain and the wind, and it corresponded with this morning, so we put on our sweat pants and long-sleeved shirts and took off. And it was really beautiful. I wish you all could have gone with me, so I took lots of pictures and I hope that, maybe, your ears and noses will warm up just looking at them.

Because of the changing weather and wind, the water was really rough today, and there was an incredible amount of sea foam all over the place! I have never seen so much of it!

It's like Mr. Bubble had been vacationing at Reddington Shores.

Only, I'm pretty sure that you wouldn't want to bathe with these bubbles, no matter how enticing they are up close.
We found beautiful treasures and textures on the shore today. Floridians pretty much stay home if it's less than 75 degrees at the beach, so there was very little treasure-hunting competition.






Emma busied herself with building a great civilization. She has a silly song stuck in her head that she sang all day on the beach. It's called The Grizzleback Snookerhog. It's an old song for kids by Joe Wise, who wrote such children's classics as The Epic of Peanut Butter & Jelly and I Love to Color. Excellent tunes if you're on the silly side and think like a 5-8-year-old.
Andrew laid on the beach blanket and read. No surprise there, I guess. He received in the mail this weekend the package of his dreams. Kate heard that he was trying to collect all the Harry Potter books in hard cover and, as she is trying to simplify and clean things out, well...it just worked out perfectly. He's already read all the books, but the receipt of such a package has warranted another go-round.
And me? Well, I knitted. Of course. This is my aunt's (we call her Nana) Christmas present. And I fear it will also be next year's Christmas present. I have nearly twice as far to go on this as I'd thought. Sigh. I am going to try to be fairly monogamous with it, though, until it's done. For the most part. Sorry, Nana. But at least it spent some time at the beach.


Kate, who I just mentioned a second ago, sent me a link to set up a progress bar for projects. You'll see it pop up here soon on the sidebar and that way you can all eagerly await its completion, fists clenched, breath held, cheering me on the whole way! Ha. Just a little dramatic, I guess. But I do love its pretty beads:

The sky was so clear and blue today.

And my smallest bore all the evidence of serious fun being had. Those sandy fingers hardly compared with her sandy butt. Only, the fingers made a much nicer photo.

I enjoyed these bright patches of color - my red knitting and toenails (still from Christmas Eve). I took another photo with the toes in focus and the knitting not, just to compare. I had been thinking it would be interesting, but I decided it was more redundant than anything else. So, just the one photo:

Someone was flying a pretty kite:

Hello, Freckles! We've missed you so. Welcome back to Emma's nose! Hugs & kisses...


I got in the car and was a little startled by my own reflection. Man, I need a haircut!

DAILY BLISS: I had a cup of coffee from a little coffee shop at the beach. It's called Bad Ass Coffee. I laughed out loud as I drank it. And, yeah, I hear you wondering. It pretty much was.