aloha.aloha.aloha... a thousand times aloha

My time in paradise is nearing an end.

I am so sad to leave...

...Yet so excited to return to my family and friends.

The only reason I was able to blog at all was because of the lifestyle I maintained here in Hawaii.
Not having to work sure is delightful!

Sadly, I must begin work again upon my return, which means rare free time. Which means little blogging. Which for me means no blogging at all.
There's not much worse than a blog that goes untended to for great lengths of time.
I refuse to do that- Because if you're going to do something, do it fabulously.

I'll of course continue to bum around the blogosphere and will keep pretty active with my Tumblr so stop by once and a while!

Whenever you feel cold and miss the sun... Coconuts & Coppertone will be a dependable remedy... It's always summer here :)



Home may have colorful personalities...

But it simply cannot compete with the colors of Maui

lava sand

Looky looky I got Hooky.

Goofing off at the black sand beach in Hana.

I'm in love with my old-lady, 80's shorts... Beyond in love.

At the end of the day, I take solace is knowing that life's a beach and I like to splash around in it.

Bodysuit- AA, Shorts- Vintage, Shirt- Random $3 steal


lavender fields forever

I journeyed to the Haleakala Crater to explore Maui's infamous Ali'i Kula Lavender Farm yesterday.

The farm was gorgeous beyond comprehension.

We took a tour of the grounds that included not only an impressive 45 varieties of lavender, but the stunning surrounding gardens.

**(Imagine air saturated with the scent of lavender and George Lucas' estate further up the fields while viewing these)


half & half

The New Yorkers have come and left, returning to the urban island we love so much with bronzed skin and sunnier outlooks.

I, on the other hand, was left with some seriously cropped hair.
My great friend, Rich, cuts and styles hair for friends and rich Park Avenue women when he's not making magic happen in the garment district. Needless to say, he couldn't wait to get his paws on my mane and took off 6+ inches of my hair and about 4 inches from our girlfriend Tia's hair. After he blew-out our styles, I looked like a Studio 54 regular and she looked like a Korean school girl... Both in a bitchingly fabulous way.

Today we welcome the boy's mother for a week and needless to say, I'm scrambling to get our cottage in order before her plane lands.
I have to tackle two loads of laundry, clean our place top to bottom, and dispose of the copious amount of empty vodka and tequila bottles we killed this weekend.

PS- Check out my blinged-out toes. I went in aiming to just get OPI's Sweetheart (tried and true favorite), but left with nail art and glitter upon my piggies. I felt left out when all the employees were decorating each other's nails and wanted in on the fun.
I get it now.
I used to disdain nail art and ruled it for tackiness only, but I truly am a convert... And I'm not ashamed to admit it.

Sarong- Calypso


naive melody

Sat on the beach all day listening to Talking Heads on loop... "This Must be the Place" style.

Life is good.

PS- This Maui lifeguard sends his undying love...


we all float on

This week has been mayhem.
I've had to:
  • Search for a new apartment from 6,000 miles away
  • Rally friends to act as my proxies and go look at said apartments
  • Followed by securing the final apartment
  • Arrange a moving date and reserve moving equipment
  • Rally various family members to help with said move
  • Rework my resume and reconnect with old contacts
  • Begin preparations for 2 weeks worth of visitors
  • Try to sneak in beach time for my daily vitamin-D intake
Go figure, all the people who booked tickets to come visit are coming literally within hours of one another.

A few former co-workers are going to visit and the bed situation is looking dire. Thankfully, the boy volunteered to go camping, which means one less person in our tiny cottage... I think there's only so much sexual harassment he can handle from my pervy gays anyway.

Just as well, this means we can all misbehave without the bad guy around (bad guy being the voice of reason that is my love).

Dress- Sestra Maja


purple rain

Singing "Purple Rain".

In purple pieces.

Tormenting the boy who is so earnestly trying to fix my computer.

His own fault, I say... He condones my bad behavior by documenting it.

And that's my day in a nutshell- sit out reading my delicious new book, come in for a quick sing-along, and drive my darling into pulling his hair out.



glitter days

Bed head.

One of my favorite habits I picked up in my time here, is sitting on the porch with a glass of lemon & aloe infused water every morning after rolling out of bed and where I get a feel for the weather and play with the cats.
(Lemon & aloe infused water is a recipe I became all too familiar with after making it for my old boss several times a week. Her doctor telling her to go on a vegan, sugar-free and gluten-free diet was the worst thing that ever happen to me).
(Crazy cat lady, I know).
Sadly, it's cloudy today.

I'm in a strange mood lately.
One part of me is so excited to go home in a month; to see my family & friends and get my life started in a new direction.
The other part of me is sad and unwilling to leave this little island I've come to love so much. I will miss the peace of mind it has given me and the sunshine.
Oh the sun the sun the sun the sun.

I know what weather awaits me in the Northeast, and I've decided to completely block all thought of it out until I'm actually there, freezing my ass off.
There has been more than one conversations between my mother and I where she's told me the temperature is below 30 degrees... All while I've been laying on the beach, perving on surfer boys.
Oh the humanity...

Alright, I'm off to fix myself some iced coffee.


boogie on reggae woman

Crochet pants.

I was sold by the open netting detail, garnished with colorful flowers.

They are quite possibly the most unflattering garment a girl who has hips and an ass can purchase, but I don't really care because every girl needs a pair of crochet pants to bum around in.

I'm not sure why, but I've been singing "Private Dancer" by Tina Turner all morning.
Tina's the balls.

Pants- Vintage, Tank- AA, Panties- F21


delicates and papayas

The sun is so bright today that even in the shade it's sunny.
This sounds strange, I know, but it's true.

I didn't feel like trekking to the beach this afternoon so I'm playing in our yard instead.
I think all backyards should come equipped with palm trees and clotheslines.

I have a serious weakness for home decor magazines and have been laying out reading them imaging how I would decorate my dream home.
Sounds so lame, doesn't it?
I just have been so underwhelmed by "fashion" magazines lately I've decided to simply stop purchasing them for some time.

I watched "Mystic River" the other night and it made me homesick for good ole Boston.
I love wicked prahhpa accents, over.served Irish boys, Dunkin Donuts, dirty pubs.... I could go on but I'll spare you.

Top- VS, Flower wreath- Street vendor in Waikiki


on the equator

Sunset on Waikiki Beach.
Colors too surreal for words.
These pictures can't begin to do it justice.


not an ocean view

Honolulu could not be more different Wailea (or for that matter, Maui in it's entirety).
High.rises, innumerable hotels, bustling sidewalks, Chanel, Hermes, Fendi, Dior.... Restaurants open past 8pm.
It's been a pleasant change and I've really enjoyed being here but I do miss Maui and it's peaceful, relaxed vibe.

I was up all last night getting sick (I'll spare you the details) but since I'm a beacher-extraordinaire, I spent today basking in the sun on Waikiki Beach despite still feeling a bit queasy.

While I had my head in the toilet, the boy went out to get me ginger ale and crackers and on his journey back a group of prostitutes started hustling him and asking if he needed a date. Despite my pain, I died of laughter. Hookers in Hawaii have it all figured out- layout and surf all day and hustle at night without having to worry about how to stay warm in their profession's mandatory attire come the winter.

Oahu attracts a large number of tourists from Korea and Japan, and the boy could not be more excited because this means he can practice his Japanese via eavesdropping.
We will be eating breakfast and my sinking feelings that I'm being ignored are justified when I look at him and see him straining so as to not miss a single word, looks at me, and instantly apologizes and asks me what I said.

Sarong- Calypso


bird's eye view

The boy and I flew to Oahu for a few days to explore the island and see what it's all about. The flight is only 25 minutes and comes with amazing views of Molokai in passing.

More to come from Honolulu... Despite the painfullll internet at our hotel.


tom tom club

I have a serious love affair with cereal.
I've been known to eat an entire box of Cinnamon Life in one sitting.
It's too delicious.
Took my work and breakfast on the porch this morning.
It's been equally as delicious.


palm tree listen

I'm a crazy cat lady. But I'm OK with it. Those shall remain nameless who don't appreciate my little cottage pussies.

It's too hot to do research.
I just want to plop in front of the AC with a never.ending supply of popsicles and beer.
Seeking motivation... If you have any can I borrow some?

This tunic reminds me Phoebe and Stella era Chloe collections-- shamelessly infused with eyelet. MMMMM.

It's strange- I used to be able to do work anywhere. You could post me on a stool at a noisy bar, a cubby.desk in the university library, or my bed surrounded by pillows and blankets and I could concentrate easily. Now, with no structure or responsibilities of any capacity, I'd be dammed if I can get through a straight hour of reading etc. without needing a break or temporary distraction.
It's a horrible mockery of these free months I alloted myself.
No responsibilities apparently equal limited efficiency.

Tunic- vintage


road to hana

The road to Hana was, as you see, amaze-balls.