We’re home from Maine, and now it’s time to cross that big old bridge to Newport for the date we’ve all been waiting to celebrate- my cousin’s 21st birthday! This two-day-long fiesta will surely include (more than) a few cocktails, a delicious dinner out, dressing up fancy, and of course dancing. See you on the other side!
Last night’s sunset was too gorgeous to go undocumented. And where are these pastel-colored skies, you ask? Right over the flat waves of Short Sands in the one and only York Beach, Maine- my favorite little beach town! I’m here with my family for a quick little weekend getaway, enjoying the views, the wine, and some R&R. Hope you’re all having as wonderful a weekend as I am! Ciao!
Now that our Aurora’s have been awoken for the last time (for this season, at least), it’s time to start enjoying summer. Luckily, we’ve been graced with some beautiful weather so far! A few friends and I decided to spontaneously head to my family’s beach house in York, Maine for a few days of much needed R & R (read: cheese plates, cocktails, long walks and early bedtimes). We had SO much fun and can’t wait to go back! Highlights of the trip? The invention of our own new drink (vodka, grapefruit juice, lemon juice, seltzer and basil…my mouth is watering already), and our courageous rescue of this baby duck we found on the side of a busy road. He was equal parts cold, scared, adorable and fuzzy, so I scooped him up, carried him to a nearby pond and set him into the water to find his parents (who were swimming confusedly just a short distance away).
Hope you’re doing okay out there, Ducklass! (Yes, I named him. We bonded, okay?!)
Are you guys getting tired of my sunset pictures of Shorts Sands beach yet? I really hope not. Because this is one view I will never get sick of. My favorite kind of weekend begins with a day at the beach (preferably with a delicious NY state peach), is followed by lounging by the pool and pie and thumbprint cookie baking, and rounds off with a quick trip to the most relaxing little town in New England. York Beach. It’s quaint, it’s cute, it’s beachy, warm, happy, calm…there’s seafood and happy hour and fresh tomato and mozzarella salads…there are boat rides and movie nights and long walks to the lighthouse…it’s my favorite place to fall asleep at night and I can’t help but smile when the first thing I see in the morning is the Atlantic Ocean. It’s safe to say this location will have a special little place in my heart for the rest of my life. I mean who wouldn’t love a place where the basil plants are nearly the size of small trees?!
This particular weekend happened to be my dad’s 55th birthday (happy birthday, wabs!), which of course required desserts of many varieties, singing, family, presents, and even fireworks! (Okay, maybe they weren’t exactly for his birthday, but they happen to light them off of a barge in the middle of the water, directly outside our house! The rocking chairs on our porch could not be better seats.)
We also took the little boat tour from Perkin’s Cove, Ogunquit into York, past our house and around the Nubble Lighthouse. Safe to say my mom and I definitely got a little seasick, but visiting the adorable Perkin’s Cove made it all worthwhile. I thought the “Buoys” and “Gulls” bathroom signs were too funny not to document.
I hope you all had as wonderful a weekend as me! And if you’re anywhere near New England and ever have the chance to visit York Beach, I (obviously) highly recommend you do.
This past weekend in york beach, maine could not have been any better. It was a girls-only retreat, and we certainly made the most of it; There was unbridled girl talk, swapping of secrets, fruity frozen cocktails, incessant fifty shades of grey reading and discussion (any fellow christian grey-obsessors out there?!), acting like crazy fools, and an
unhealthy perfectly normal amount of beach time (even though I had to wear a sock on one foot to protect the wound). We came back yesterday afternoon (after driving through what felt like world’s worst thunder storm- scary!), and I’m already missing the rich, woody interior of our home and the sound of waves lulling me to sleep at night and whispering their salutation in the morning.
ahh, the internal restoration found through a weekend by the shore cannot be matched. now to begin using the mind-makeover to influence the physical one…
[all photos via my instagram- follow me @ keeksevans]
This is not a bad view to wake up to in the morning. There’s something about hearing the waves, smelling the blueberry pancakes, and feeling the salty air on your face before opening your eyes that sets the tone for a relaxing summer day. And then you open your eyes. And it’s calm blue water as far as you can see. Say it with me now, ahhh. Happy Tuesday, lovelies!