Summer will do that to you.
Vacation was so much fun. If you've never had the pleasure of being the only woman in a beach house with four gay guys, I suggest you rethink your holidays.
These pictures are of a friends house in another community on Fire Island called Water Island.
It's a 45 minute walk at low tide over hard packed sand, an annual pilgrimage to check on the incredible garden and house that these two friends have been working on for 20 years.
Considering every stone and bag of dirt, plant and pillow have to be brought over by barge it is a true labor of love and obsession.
Not to mention the ironstone, or the two blenders now that I've enlarged the picture.....
Or the pottery.
I can't even bear to show you the Fu dog collection.
Back in our beach shack there were guests for lunch and guests for dinner.
Lunch is at 2:00, dinner 9ish.
Larry brought printouts of his favorite summer recipes, I prepped them, we all cooked.
(Better to be the cook, then you don't have to do the dishes.)
Everyone but me drank bottles and bottles of rose and ate carton after carton of sea salt caramel or pistachio ice cream.
I read like I was starving for words and slept like I'd been up for months.
And then I came home.
Vowing once again to bring that feeling of vacation home with me.
And get a little more festive in my dress.
xo J
