Monday, November 26, 2007

Do Turkeys Get Sand Between Their Toes?


A glorious celebration of Thanksgiving, the likes of which could only be found among the beatniks of Rosemary Beach.
 








 






  
 










                                                                       

  

 
 

Friday, September 21, 2007

Land-Locked Ladies Escape, or .............. Goin' South and Gettin' Wet


Kim, Tricia, Edie and Connie taking a break from synchronized swimming rehersal.









Great fun and food for friend Edward's birthday. Cantina Laredo is fabuloso!








The sun wakes up.....










.....and goes ni-nite. Repeat daily.

Friday, September 14, 2007

She did it - she really cut her hair!

After suffering through record-breaking temps this summer, Celia FINALLY cut her hair, donating the proceeds to Locks For Love. Christina at Solace Spa and Salon did a fabulous styling job and, straight or wavy, it's still RED!









Monday, July 23, 2007

Lazy days, fun & fine dining, snazzy cars & sensible shoes....all a memory now. Thank goodness Tucker points the way. Lamaze breathing until August....

Memories of Rosemary Beach




Memories of Rosemary Beach


Monday, July 9, 2007


Let's talk Rosemary....wanna?

After five weeks so far, and one to go, it's been great every sand grain of the way....I wasn't sure how it would be to spend so much time in town. I love the coming and going of friends and visitors and a pattern is quickly established. Much like my 'other life', some aspects become routine - laundry, household chores, repairs, etc., but the beauty is that every mundane activity can be partially, or wholly, neutralized by a quick three minute blue bike ride south.
The closest thing to politics in Rosemary Beach is really more like Junior High class officer elections and becomes fodder for discussions during sunset & wine (whine) time. Passions differ from boardwalk to boardwalk, but I contend our similarities outweight our differences........the main similarity being the one that brought us all to the boardwalk in the first place. Twelve years old, a mere adolescent, and maturity for our town is at least a Master's degree away...
I plan on enjoying the process.