Surf, Sand, and Strawberries

      We went to Santa Cruz on Sunday. We spent the better part of the morning picking strawberries, and here are some of the results! It's taken so long for me to post because I had a problem with the pictures uploading. Anyways, it's all sorted out now and it looks pretty decent to me. 

Okay, so it doesn't look so big in this photo. But these three pictures are all of the biggest strawberry we picked. The little one at the side was the smallest. And they were really sweet, too. Although they aren't as picture-perfect as store-bought strawberries, they tasted better. They smelled more strawberry-ish. And they were guaranteed to be fresh.

 And here's the overweight strawberry and Summer, a doll I made out of a large silk sunflower, three beads, some embroidery floss leftovers, and wire. The yellow flowers on her head are made of tiny rolled-up party streamers.    

 Another picture of the mega berry. The red blob on the left is mini berry. :)

     And here is the beach in Santa Cruz. It looks so peaceful and serene, right? Well, in real life, we had sand pelting at us at a ridiculous velocity. Sand got in our hair, in our eyes, in the cuffs of our jackets, all over the beach bags, and between our toes. It was nice, warm sand though, and I couldn't resist laying in a sheltered area against the high winds. Note to self; next time, check wind speed and wear goggles. Happies!   

The Season of Summer

      It's summer. Can we believe it? Of course, it's not summer everywhere, but it's summer here, and I am all over it. Ice cream! Beach! Sand! Sun! Surf! Books! Tide pools! Seals! And have I mentioned ice cream? The relaxation of summer. When the sun never sets and rises so early you can't tell if it even got its supposed  nine hours of sleep. And having so much free time you don't know what to do with it . . . summer. And to all of you who don't have summer at the moment, or who have such busy schedules you're dying, a good tip is to spend an hour one day of the week pampering yourself. Do a at-home facial. Or soak in a bubble bath. Or eat ice cream. And don't forget to sleep! Your work won't thank you if you're so tired you can't function right. Remember; nothing will become of if the operator is not operating. Happies! 

How It Came To Be

      I was always one of the writing types. Poetry, novels, short stories, quotes; they meant everything to me. I can never keep a diary on a day-to-day basis, but I love the feel of a smooth lead on paper, or the glide of ink, or the rhythmic clacking of a keyboard. Life to me is a golden web of pawprints, paint, and fantasies. I took my hamster to Yosemite, and he was probably the first hamster to see the thundering beauty of Bridalveil Falls. I spend hours on end drawing randomly, and painting watercolor washes that resemble watered-down rainbows. And fantasies. I live for the fantasies I find between the pages of a dusty book, in the transparent wings of a butterfly, and in the bubbling of a running brook. And here is where my pawprints, paint, and fantasies led me to. A blog. I can't believe I never thought of it before. Happies!