Saturday, September 26, 2009

Another Season Passes

We’re experiencing a few quiet weeks here at the beach. With the slow progression into fall, September brings a mix of young families, couples and retiree’s. Ocean Atlantic Rental’s has penned this “Baby Month’ as this is the season when crib rentals are at a premium. Some locals have come to call our September guests “Newlyweds and Nearly Deads”. Although one might argue the latter name is P.I.C., I confess to a silent chuckle when I hear it said.

The long line of cars parading onto our beach every week has slowed and I’ve come down with a case of the blah’s. Normally, I’m happy to leave the craziness of summer behind as I look ahead to the quieter seasons. Instead I find myself missing the smell of suntan lotion and the sounds of tourists eating ice cream from the neighboring shop. Well maybe not so much the eating of the ice cream but the enthusiasm it brings. Gone are the conversations about collecting the best seashells, visiting the light house or finding the best pizza. If you’re interested you’ll find seashells under Kitty Hawk Pier after high tide, Currituck Beach Light is just up the road and The Wave Pizza Cafe has the best pizza in town (What you weren’t expecting a plug?).

It’s not surprising that the deficit in vacationers coincides with the start of another school year. Which has brought me to the realization that my melancholy may be sparked by the absence of my youngest child? He has been newly transplanted on a college campus 5 hours away and I think empty nest syndrome may be taking hold. Experience has taught me that this too shall pass, as I have sent 2 away before him and they both returned home. I take no credit for this as my youngest son once compared my mothering technique to TV's Roseanne, he meant it as a compliment, or so

he says. I'm convinced it's my husbands cooking that brings them home; he's a wizard with a spatula.

Henry David Thoreau said it best “Live each season as it passes; breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit, and resign yourself to the influences of each.”

Friday, September 18, 2009

Another reclaimed treasure...

The other night my sister and I were winding down from the day and sitting on my sofa with dueling lap tops. While Michelle wrote another quick witted post for her blog I cruised Etsy for a new find, and find it I did. It was a hand bag created by foundbynicki. The artist skillfuly crafts the hand bags from pre-owned leather jackets. The thought of this might bring back memories of hand bags we made as teenagers, sewing together pieces of old jeans to fashion a sack. These are nothing like that…. they’re actually nice. Nice being an understatement, they’re actually gorgeous. When I showed the pictures to Michelle she had an equally joyful reaction. Nothing can get the attention of two grown women like a leather hand bag or a new pair of shoes.

You really should check out Etsy, if you haven’t already. There are all sorts of wonderfully unique items, each crafted by creative and talented artist. If you like the idea of recycling leather coats into hand bags, I’ll indulge you with yet another site; Remade USA. Enjoy.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Bad Hair Daze

Dry unruly hair… hard to control… this is what I live with every day. But alas! I have found a cure; Agadir Hair Oil formerly known as Moroccan Gold Miracle Oil. There’s a young woman working in a neighboring shop with hair so lovely it turns heads. Her name is Jillian or as I like to call her “The girl with the amazing hair”. I hate her, not really. Her hair is thick, lustrous and full of body. Mine is also thick, but depending on the humidity it can range from “brillo pad” to “slightly less brillo pad”. I blow dry and color treat, Jillian does the same but adds a 3rd step, the flat iron. Even adding the extra heat she still has amazing hair, how can this be? Well, she has youth on her side, she’s 19 and I’m….not 19. Her other weapon of defense is this fabulous hair oil. I found it on-line purchased it and gave my hair its first dose yesterday. I immediately saw results; I left the house with a renewed vitality. Seriously, I could do a Clairol commercial. You know the one, where Debra Messing is dancing around the house lip syncing to Natural Woman. It gets better… I went to the bank and the teller wanted to know who styles my hair. Wow, I had forgotten it had a style. On day two I had even better results. No struggling through tangles while blow drying just smooth shine. My landlord stopped by the shop this morning to say hello, funny how he only does this on the first of the month. He said, and I quote “business must be good, because you look great”. Ha! It must be the hair, I mean with the recession and all. I can’t imagine what might happen on day three. Hair modeling?

There’s a plethora of websites selling the Moroccan Oil in a wide range of prices, shop around and give it a try. You’ll be dancing and singing Natural Woman in no time.