A Sunny, Sweet Day in February

This past Saturday my friend Sarah came by to my apartment. It was nice to chat and laugh and catch up. We decided to walk to the beach with no real intention of stopping anywhere in particular or doing anything. It was simply a nice day in February and we wanted to be outside in our favorite seaside nook. We chatted and noticed homes and buildings with vintage signs or unique architecture. Stony Creek Depot, an antique shop was open so we waltzed in. It’s very Classic Coastal New England meets Farmhouse chic. It’s all old scales, wooden signs, and porcelain. We both gravitated to the front where under a glass display was home to gorgeous beaded bags of the ‘50s, intricate brooches, lacy gloves all feminine and delicate and necklaces of pearls and sapphire. The owner told us many of the bags and jewelry were from an elderly lady’s collection. The lady’s sister recently passed away and was going through their collection they used to wear out and decided to part with it instead of holding on to it. Sarah and I both loved that story. I wondered what the sisters looked like all dolled up in the 50’s in Morris Cove with their glamorous handbags and exquisite brooches. Sarah ended up finding a bag with pearls that was exceptionally beautiful - there was no snag or missing detail. My eyes kept catching a handheld painted mirror - all vintage and blue and gold. We ended up purchasing them and as I held my mirror, I thought this is exactly something I would do with my mom on some sunny Saturday afternoon.

Sarah and I then headed to beach, she suggested looking for sea glass. As we searched for colorful pieces, we both mentioned how we did this with our fathers. Although they are not with us in the physical realm anymore, i could just feel their spirits around us as we neared the soft waves to find the prettiest sea glass Stony Creek has to offer. We didn’t find much except a whole lot of sea glass that wasn’t quite ready yet - so we threw it back in the ocean so time and the tides can smooth out their edges. Aren’t those moments in life that remind you of the best, brightest and sweetest memories of your youth some of the most magical and beautiful of them all?

And aren’t those slow moments in a friendship, just looking for sea glass or sifting through antiques that remind you how lucky you are- so moving and heartfelt? It’s not always about bar hopping in your twenties or celebrating big events, it's those little moments too. It’s those moments where you feel like you could be with a sister you never had, under the sun looking for pretty things and laughing.