Moonshine Junkyard

After a couple of calls from my little interwebby circle to bring back the outfit shot , I'm chiming in. I thrifted this floaty rayon 90's skirt the other day. It's a bit ratty with a torn drawstring and pulled threads, but it's cool to the touch, has a 90's witchy look I adore, and twirls beautifully. I wore it with a pendant my brother Mikie's girlfriend Marisa gave me for Christmas. It has little charms, including a tiny Eiffel Tower. Lucy loves this and squeals "Paris" with delight and I say, "who visits Paris?" And she triumphantly answers, "Babar!" She also loves when I wear these red shoes. She calls them "ballerina shoes" and does a tippy toe dance to emphasize. Most of all she loves when I twirl. I know, I'm such a nerd. I read my journal from 1995 yesterday, one of the only ones spared from my housefire in 2000. You guys, I almost wish it burned! I cringed reading melodrama...

So here we are, Monday morning at Kirk Creek, Big Sur. On a bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean, and all the Beatty siblings and their families together now, along with Pops. Those that had to work over the weekend have arrived during the night, setting up camp in the dark to the mystical sound of the ocean's breath. Some of us slept, others bleery eyed, and all of us appreciating some nice camp brewed coffee. Good morning Polly and Scout, Youngest Beatty campers. This glorious day we were all headed north to our next camping spot in Big Sur. We stopped by Julia Pfeiffer Burns state park to take in the view of the iconic McWay Falls. (where Darin and I saw the condor fly a little over a year ago , when Lucy was ten months old and I was pregnant with Polly but didn't know it yet.) I think Big Sur will always be a special place for our little family.  But it truly is so fun to come back here with the whole family.  Which leads us ...