The view from my hotel, as I write this, is the Newark, NJ airport control tower. The only pretty thing in sight is my latest copy of Domino (which I happen to subscribe to, but in an effort to totally piss off their most loyal readers, I saw it at the airport before the publisher managed to deliver it to my home. Go figure.). If you read this blog regularly, you know that I travel frequently for work. I am really tired of it.
So, I am trying to keep my eyes on the prize; trying not to think of weekends I am giving up for work right now. One thing that is helping is my new Sohum Coconut & White Peach lotion which smells like a only slightly more grown-up version of that coconut oil smell of those tanning oils our mothers used in the 80s to help them really burn their skin into a leathery tan. (God I love the smell!)
Mmm... can't you smell that hot-sun-and-sweaty-coconutty-goodness! Proud sponsor of decades of skin cancer and premature aging.
It makes me think of beachy scenes and riviera-esque umbrellas. I am counting the months (only four!) before I can spend my weekends at Denny Blaine beach, a tiny strip of sand and shore here in Seattle that seems to be known only to hipsters who have decided it's ok to sunbathe topless as long as you have interesting tattoos and smoke cloves. It's a great beach mostly because there are no screaming children present.
Spring & summer just can't come soon enough for me - especially as I sit here in lovely Elizabeth, NJ.