Waiting for our first flight in the airport. Early mornings aren't my thing.
Our room The view out our back patio.
It's going to fall on us ahhh!
We did paint your own pottery, which was probably my favorite ever.
It took me 2 1/2 hours. I'm a bit of a perfectionist.
Lizard pals hanging around the property.
I wouldn't mind having a few more days spent on that beach, with that view. It was so relaxing to get away from it all. The resort we stayed at was all inclusive, which took a little getting used to. We found a few places that had decent food, and tried a little bit of everything. My favorite we didn't find until the last day was a Mexican restaurant, with amazing food.
Each night we had to have "family" style dinners with everyone she works with. By the third night we were ready to have a quiet evening just the two of us.
We also lived by one rule the whole trip.. "do as little as possible and plan nothing that wasn't planned for us." It worked out well. We laid on the cabana beds, watched the moon over the water at night, and even swam in the ocean past midnight.
I'm longingly looking into the future for my next vacation.
This was me. On a beach in Mexico. Mexico gave me Robert Smith hair.
My four day vacation in paradise has come to an end. We got home around 10pm last night, and have been doing what everyone does after vacation.. Going through a little shell shock at trying to get back into ordinary life, unpacking, and doing so much laundry that I'm sure won't get put away for another week or more. And recouping from a stomach bug that hit me early this morning. I'll spare you the gory details.
I can't quite express how amazing the entire experience was just yet. I'm piecing together the words. I felt a wild awakening inside of me that I haven't felt stir in quite some time. There was something freeing about putting your feet in the ocean and knowing you were no where near home.
I'll have pictures galore once this slight stomach bug I caught decides to let me really get back to my life.
I’ve mentioned it about a million
times, but this coming Friday I leave for a four-day weekend in Mexico.
I’m pretty much beside myself and
can’t function as a normal human being until I’m on that plane.
We have someone staying at our
house to watch the girls (aka our dogs), all of my clients are aware I’ll be
away, I have my away message all raring to be put on display, and holy crap I
need to be away already.
Last night Kh and I got a little
over zealous and looked at 600+ photos of the resort we’ll be staying at on
TripAdvisor. I needed to get a
better idea of what I should plan on wearing, I know, a little silly right?
I bought 5 pairs of shoes for this
upcoming trip, or rather Summer in general really. 4 pairs of sandals, and one
pair of wedges. This isn’t including the pair of sandals I bought last minute
at an end of season sale last Fall. I probably only plan on bringing 4 pairs
with me, however. Kh doesn’t think that’s reasonable, but I completely do.
On her way home this past Friday
she stopped in to H&M real quick to get some shorts and dress pants for
herself and ended up buying me a vacation purse. I’m pretty much the luckiest
girl ever. She knows my style so well she can buy things for me. Uh, true love.
I also found this super cute maxi
dress at Kohls, surprisingly enough. It has multi-color triangles on the
bottom. While shocking it’s not all black, I’m pretty much in love with it.It's in the top right, the others just didn't do it for me.
Tomorrow when my household settles
down a bit more, I plan on doing some last minute shopping. I need to get at
least two more bathing suit tops (shoot me now, kay?), and one (who am I
kidding, a couple more) maxi dresses.
I’m mentally preparing myself for
the saga that is trying on a swimsuit. A couple of years ago I found the cutest
two-piece, tank/halter top swimsuit in the maternity section at Target. Do I
care its maternity? Not in the slightest. It’s got a scalloped edge on the
bottoms and fits my curves.
On my last adventure to Target I
thought I’d try on a few (4) bathing suits to humor myself. And humor myself it
did not. The two that humored me the least?
The first one was a one-piece, with
a built in padded bra situation. The particular size I was trying on fit me
great in the mid section. But if you cast your eyes lower you’d look upon the forming
of a camel toe, and if your eyes wandered upwards you’d find my boobs strangely
getting choked down, but not even remotely filling up the padded cups that were
sewn haphazardly into the top of the swimsuit. Like some kind of stretched out
taffy with a ping pong ball in the end. And by ping pong ball I mean a nipple
and my hard boob parts.
The second one was a black halter
top that fit great, but the bottom portion of it let me say hello to my old
friend camel toe that I had just seen a glimpse of previously. It also strangely
rode up my butt crack and wouldn’t even come close to middle of my hips.
I left Target feeling like I had
been slapped with a heavy dose of body shame and sprinkled with some
self-loathing. Do you know how I changed it?
I got naked. Stood in front of my
mirror and said “fuck you Target bathing suits.”
Of course I waited until I was home
to do all of the above-mentioned naked shenanigans. But that’s generally what I
do when I’m having a day when I feel less than or some how not fully whole as a
result from shitty fitting rooms and ill fitting clothing.
So in closing. I’m going to fucking
Mexico in 5 days and my mind is completely shot. I will be sitting my ass in a
chair, on a gorgeous beach, drinking before noon, and writing in one of my many
blank notebooks. I plan on clearing my head, centering myself, and probably
drinking too much and chasing an iguana around.
Our room
