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Someone once said… “Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live.”

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Captiva 2008 084 by erikadroberts.

This image was borrowed form a flicker friend

In less than 3 weeks I will be headed for the sand and surf of Captiva island. I’m usually more prepared by now but for some reason, this year, I feel a little more laid back about the whole thing and a lot more unorganized. Just this week the panick of what to wear on the beach set in. Last year’s swimsuit just isn’t going to cut it 😦  So I began the painful process of looking for the perfect suit, stylish, doesn’t scream middle-aged woman but it doesn’t let it all hang out either. I would love to find a suit, try it on, have it fit and just cash and carry.But that almost never happens, instead I always turn to my old stand-by for beach wear, Victoria’s Secret. My suit is ordered and my fingers are crossed, hoping the fit is right.

Click here to see what I’ll be wearing. If I looked like the model in the pic I’d be wearing a swim suit all day long, well maybe not in Michigan…frostbite!

Spring is slowly coming around the corner, I can feel it, ahhhh!

Enjoy your weekend…

xo-jj

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March 12, 2010 Posted by | bad boys, confessions, me | , , , , , , , | 3 Comments

A sea of whispers

sea scape

A little seascape made from reminants of my 2007 sanibel vacation.

It’s time to make my reservations for another spring break by the sea. Every year I pick out a cottage on-line with a preconceived notion of how it will look. It’s always perfectly fine and usually quite lovely but never exactly as I envision. Below is what I’ve imagined for this year…

Standing alone in the silent little rented cottage, she sighed and sat down in a comfy slip covered chair near the open window. The warm salty breeze felt wonderful against her skin. She loved the way the long sheer curtains blew across the floor. It felt as though the room was alive and breathing.    This cottage had a life of its own and somehow offered a sense of companionship. The old girl had once been a care takers cottage to the slightly dilapidated mansion up the hill.  It wasn’t in the best of shape and the weeds and wild roses had grown up all around but she kind of liked it that way. It felt hidden and safe, just like her secrets; the ones that she had locked away in the vault so long ago. This cabin was part of a cottage row and the closest one to the sea. All of the cottages were old and failing but somehow this old girl had fared the best. She was still quite structurally sound. The inside was painted a creamy Casablanca white. The ceiling was cedar and there was a large wooden beam across the middle. The cupboards were cottage blue with weathered metal handles. The square kitchen table had a chopping block for a top, and faded blue legs. The chairs were wooden, straight back- two painted cottage blue and the other two in a sunny yellow. The appliances were white, quite old but still very functional.  The floor boards were wide wooden planks and in some places the gaps between them were wide enough to see the sandy soil below. She didn’t mind and felt a kindred spirit toward this old place.  The gardens, now slightly overgrown, must have been someone’s pride and joy. There were so many wonderful flowers that had been carefully planted along the picket fence. The colors of the roses blended together perfectly. The soft peachy roses next the baby pinks then fading into the creamy off-whites and finally a stellar white to end the row. She loved the honey suckle vine that climbed the trellis wall; the smell was divine.

The setting here was lovely and mysterious. The old cottages seemed all but forgotten and the intriguing Mansion on the hill looked so ominous. All of this was constructed so masterfully on beautifully lush grounds overlooking the sea.

I have a vivid imagination that is hard to live up to. Enough day dreaming- off to work!

xo-jj

November 4, 2009 Posted by | lovers, me, photography, secrets | , , , , , , | 6 Comments

Travel Treasures by mail

sand key sunsetThis was taken at Sand Key just before sunset

So I’ve been thinking and planning and plotting all day, because my lovely vacation is just one week away.  I have something special in mind and I would like to let you in on my secret. I am feeling a little guilty about neglecting my sofa duties and leaving you all behind. So that got me to thinking and hoping that I could do something special while I was away.

My trips are filled with exploring, photographing, lounging and collecting- oh, I almost forgot about the eating part (glorious seafood dripping with hot salty butter). No matter where I travel I always manage to bring a little of my trip back with me. This sometimes includes shells, rocks, sea-glass, and sand- yes I said sand. I use it in sea scapes and many other peculiar projects.

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Now to get to the point that I’m trying to make- this is what I am proposing- I would like to hold a drawing for a piece of my travel treasure. Now here’s the part where you come in, all those who are interested in participating can leave me a message on my bon voyage post, stating that they would like to participate. The winning name that I draw from my magic hat will be sent a secret package.  So what does this mean to all of you who covet  free goodies in the mail? Keep an eye out for my special post, requesting a message from all who want to partake in my little give-away. That’s it…  Have a wonderful weekend.

jj

April 3, 2009 Posted by | me, rants, secrets | , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

My Perfect Love became the Perfect Lie

Please welcome Brie to the sofa.

It all started during spring break of 1989. I traveled to the beach with 3 of my best girlfriends for a little fun in the sun. That was the trip that changed my life and left me with the following  story. 

Kane was drop dead gorgeous with dark wavy hair and a perfect body. He had muscles in all the right places, buns of steel, and a healthy tan. I got to see those tan lines first hand on the last night of our trip. I’m not sure if I would consider our encounter as love at first sight but it wasn’t long before I was in way too to deep to escape his grip. He was charming and oh so seductive. Kane had impeccable timing and always knew just what to say.  Our steamy affair of sex, sex and more sex, continued through the summer. Then on a crystal clear night in mid September, after a late night stroll on the beach, the fairy tale became real.  We made love in the warm sand with a full moon and endless sky overhead. It felt so surreal as the moonlight bounced off the water and he took my hand in his. He asked me to be his wife and I couldn’t resist. Our life began with modest finances that barely afforded us a darling  little house just outside of town. It was a cozy white bungalo with a quaint little porch and a crimson red door. Oh how I loved that house and my life back then.  We became the perfect family, 2 kids , 1 dog and enough love to see us through anything, or so I thought.  The fairy tale lasted a few more years before our perfect family began to unravel, one strand at a time.

Junie: I decided to break Brie’s saga up into 2 or possibly 3 parts.  It is a long and amazing story that you won’t believe, so brace yourself for the conclusion.

jj

February 17, 2009 Posted by | bad boys, lovers, saga | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments

Juicy Secrets

juicy-swim-suitHello sofa friends are you stir crazy, cabin feverish or just plain sick of winter yet? Silly question! I am so ready for a spring trip that I have been pulling out my beach wear which reminded me of a funny story. So I thought I’d share.

Last year I bought a really cute  Juicy Couture swim suit. While I was strutting along  the beach, feeling really hip, I over heard a man say to his wife, “Can you believe she has juicy written on her ass?” His wife said, “conceited bitch.” Now it never occurred to me that there were people who were totally clueless about Juicy Couture. (I know I am sometimes blissfully unaware but I like it that way) They probably live in a cave or next to a Kmart. Okay, that may sound a bit snarky but they started it.

For the rest of the trip I strutted around with a pair of shorts covering my juicy butt. Yes I succumed to peer pressure even though that suit was way too expensive to cover with a pair of cut-offs. This year I am searching for a really sexy but not too sexy suit, without a word about or on my ass. It is damn near impossible to find the perfect swim suit. Maybe I will run my choices by the Sofa Diary readers before making a purchase. I want to avoid another fashion faux pa and I know you all have the perfect fashion sense. 😉

jj

January 29, 2009 Posted by | confessions, me, rants, should be illegal | , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 4 Comments