I am clinging onto my mothers back, hands twined tight around her neck. She is swimming me across the ocean from one point to another. I remember being petrified; that if I let go, I would sink without a trace below. This is my earliest memory of the sea. Now, I wake up, go for a run, and the ocean streams past me. On Sundays at the farmers market, the sea is the backdrop. When I want to go to the library or drop into a museum, the windows frame pictures of blue skies and even bluer waters. The water wraps around my every day life. It adds a weightlessness to the landscape.
♥ Dress is vintage from Missy's Room ♥ Clutch is vintage handed down from my mother ♥ Belt from Portmans ♥ Jacket from Tempt ♥ Wedges from Number One Shoe Warehouse ♥
♥ The Sea for You ♥