10 reasons why I love the Beach. I’ll get right to it:
1) For the most part, anything goes and judgement is blown out to sea
Speedos. Thongs. Long Tshirts. Daisy Dukes. Sequins. Heels. Stilettos. Flats. Flops. Crocs. Bellies. Washboards. Hawties. Grannies. Granbabbies. Snookies. Giselles. Toddlers. Teens. Dogs. Cats (I haven’t seen that yet….
2) Sand and Salt. Some people hate it but I feel like it’s my day at the spa. Its a scrub. The salt cleanses. However, when my babies were in diapers, I think I may have hated sand.
3) Bass. The fish and loud thumping bass of boom boxes if you are in developed area. Is Bass a fresh water fish though?
4) Silence. I love secluded beaches too. Sea gulls. Waves. A few small squeals of children. A nap & book (if you’re sans little people or avec nanny) ..my un peu francais..
5) Hawties. Yes eye candy. Seriously especially in Maine. I mean Miami. My phone spell checked to Maine. Not that there is a lack of hawties in Maine, I grew up there and I’m smoking (see # 10) but people watching on South Beach is tres bon. I can’t speak much with regards to the Cali Coast. I was in North California for a bit, and I was more transfixed by the massive cliffs. Im sure there are Hawties in Cali.
6) Being on high alert for predators. I know right, I’m a freaking thrill seeker. Seriously though, watching the wildlife ranks up there with Hawtie watching. :)
6a) Number 6 will mean something entirely different when my daughter is a teenager. I’m not ready for that type of predator.
7) Turning the sand into a bum holder. I love making my own lawn chairs out of the sand.
8) Using the strong currents and predators as disciplinary action for my little people. “If you do not listen to me, you could be swept away by currents and predators OR I’ll get a babysitter for the room” As much as I love the beach, I watched Jaws too many times. Safety first via threats mommie dearest style.
9) The shops. I love beach boutique shopping from Maine to Florida. I love it all. Tacky. Up scale. Mid Scale. BOGO EVERYTHING BEACH RELATED. Shot glasses…Mugs. Sea shell candles. I even like shopping local Beach pharmacies and grocery stores. All shops have that “no worries mon” Beach Vibe and everyone is so damm happy.
9a) I got a reversable, kick ass WAY OVERPRICED bathing suit yesterday. See, I thought both pieces TOGETHER were one price. Oopsie. I tried to return it because I had buyers remorse but “no returns”. Please don’t let me get lazy and toss in washing machine. I shredded my favorite one from last year that way. Shhhh. Don’t tell hubs, because after explaining my merchant debacle, I assured him I take the utmost, quality care of all my bathing suits. Tacky or ‘High Falutin’.. ….I hand wash all those bitches.
Funny caveat, this Old Navy wearing fool was told by the deeply French accented boutique owner, when I tried to make return, I shouldn’t stress because it was a “cheap, inexpensive suit” I have no business Beach Boutique Shopping unless it’s BOGO or Old Navy.
10) Mild Sunburn, ‘visavie’ sun kissed skin. I want pink skin. Yes I use Sun block and all that but there is something purely magical about having pink, salty, sandy skin after a day at the beach. Yes, I have sun spots too. Each one represents a beach memory. I know, KNOW, each one actually represents the fact that Summer came on THE WEEKEND (not the weekends) Maine thus my sunscreen was iodine, baby oil, and lemon juice and peroxide for my hair. See, I told you I was a Smoking Hawtie.
Hope you get to the beach or lake soon my friends
Funny caveat!! I went in salt water with my new suit, now I can’t stop scratching. Fabulous. My new suit is allergic to the water and I’m allergic to the combination of the two……:)))