Resort Report: Message in a Throttle

There's this realtor (I refuse to use Realtor) who sends the husband and me promotional postcards all the time.  We always laugh when we get them.  Why isn't important -- mostly because it may expose us as terrible people -- but also because it has nothing to do with fruit, summer fun, or this story.  Anyway, we got one today, and I was especially happy because the vibrant sailboat image was perfect for the flat lay I was building around my new Tropical Fruit Barrette Brooch.

Tropical Fruit Barrette Brooch

Picture it.  The sun on your face, the wind -- and this super-strong-not-going-anywhere-even-in-a-gust barrette -- in your hair, a cooler full of fruit (and sandwiches, because sailing makes you hungry and sometimes bananas don't cut it) chilling starboard while "Brandy" (from Looking Glass, not Norwood) blares in the background.  What could be better?

Because a new house is like a vacation is like a new hairpiece.  And I don't mean toupee

Looks like Prince Postcard isn't the only marketing maven.

Hey, Sailor, it's Summer! Also, Happy Memorial Day.

Fabulous Felt Blue Anchor Barrette 

Fabulous Felt Green Anchor Barrette 

Fabulous Felt Sky Blue Anchor Barrette

Top: Aeropostale

Dress: Kohl's

Shoes: Chinese Laundry, DSW

Bag: Candie's, Kohl's

Belt: Apt. 9, Kohl's

Sunglasses: Mudd, Kohl's

Ah, Memorial Day.  It's a time to remember the brave men and women who fought for our country .  . .  and to stuff our faces.  Hotdogs, hamburgers, and fruit pies all make their inaugural summer appearance during this hallowed weekend.  I like to think that the armed forces would've wanted it that way.

Yet residing as I do on an island, I find it only nautical, er, natural, to concentrate on the sailors.  (That, and army stuff isn't nearly as cute.)  That's why I made these fabulous felt anchor barrettes.  To that end, three anchors are better than one when it comes to staying put to serenade your sweetheart.  Just ask that sailor from "Brandy":

"The sailor said, "Brandy, you're a fine girl."

What a good wife you would be.

But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea."

There's a guy who could've used an anchor or three.  Stay centered this summer, seafarers.

Memorial Day edition of "other people's flowers". 

Military mural painted on the side of the Brigantine VFW building.

Hey, Sailor

 Fabulous Felt You Are My Anchor Barrette

Top: Victoria's Secret

Jeans: Olsenboye, JCPenney

Shoes: Ami Clubwear

Bag: Kenneth Cole Reaction

 Rose Riot Corsage Necklace

Dress: Jessica Simpson, Marshalls

Shoes: Ami Clubwear

Bag: Old Navy

*If the two shots of this Rose Riot Corsage Necklace look a little bit different, then it's because they are.  To my dismay, I ran out of pink acrylic pearls halfway through making the necklace in picture number one.  I couldn't find any more in the stores, so I settled for the oversized white acrylic pearls to finish the job.  Guess what?  I ended up liking the asymmetrical, funky look better than the matchy-matchy one that I initially went for.  So, I've listed the (still perfectly pretty) pink version and look forward to sporting the "mess-up" one myself.  Let's hear it for happy accidents!       

Fabulous Felt Gone Fishing Barrette

Top: Urban Outfitters

Cardigan: Arizona Jeans, JCPenney

Skirt: So, Kohl's
Jeans: City Streets, JCPenney

Shoes: Not Rated, DSW

Bag: Loop, Marshalls

There comes a time in every blogger's tenure when she must decide whether or not to assume the voice of a pirate.  So before I sail on, Bill Murray-as-What-About-Bob?-style, with this week's silly soliloquy, I've elected to assume that voice now, as in, "Thanks for not making me walk the plank on account of me wordplay, me mateys."  

With that, time to shove off (to the rest of this post).

The Jessica Simpson dress in outfit number two is va-va-voom in a down-home kind of way, not unlike Ms. Simpson herself.  Perhaps if Brandy had donned such a stunner, then her sailor would've never said, "my life, my lover, my lady, is the sea."  Then again, she probably could've suited up like a Vegas showgirl with similar results - he seemed like just that sort of cad.  Most men (or sea creatures; I'm talking to you, SpongeBob) would do anything but "sail away, sail away, sail away" from such delightfully nautical nonsense.  Take that, Looking Glass.  On second thought, don't.  Cad notwithstanding, you still beat out Enya.