The Beach

Dress? Elan, Winners (very similar here) Necklace? Thrifted Bracelets? My Oma's and the crazy lady at The Ex

For many years while we were growing up, we spent two blissful weeks every summer at a rather ramshackle cottage in Ontario's cottage country. They were my two favourite weeks of the year. Bedtimes got relaxed, some sugar and processed food made it into our diets and we went Sauble Beach almost every day. Unfortunately for my boy-crazy teenage self, my parents' idea of beach time was swimming for a few hours before the crowds even hit the beach. We would sleep in until 7:30 (no, I am not making that up to make the blog post more entertaining. We slept in until 7:30... during the year we woke up before 7...), eat breakfast and make it to the beach before 9. Then we would attempt to tan our white little bodies and jump the waves until 11... at which time we would head home. Leaving the beach just as the cute volleyball boys started arriving was almost torture. Why were my parents so backwards?
This year my brother, his wife and their baby are in Canada for vacation and our family is up in cottage country again. We are staying in the same charming cottage along Sauble Beach we rented two summers ago. In the spirit of latent rebellion I am eating sugar packets and canned foods all day, sleeping in until noon and going to the beach whenever I feel like it. It feels good.

(Fully aware that 7 pictures per post is a little excessive. I apologize. Also, in the water pictures I seem to be missing a male counterpart... someone make my day and Photoshop Fabio frolicking in the water with me...)