Sand scrunched between my toes.

Salt against my lips.

Sea spray in my hair.

What a wonderful way to spend a sunny summer day…lulling away the afternoon with great friends LJ & PJ determining all that is wrong and right with our world and how, when we are all Prime Ministers and Presidents, we can fix that

Anyhoo, the recurring topic and consequently the biggie on everyone’s mind was…wait for it…The Tan!!!

The gorgeous sun kissed glow that adds a bit of twinkle.

It’s an oxymoron now to talk of a healthy tan so why is it that it still looks sooo fabulous. Being a TCM die hard, I have watched countless movies from the Golden Days of Hollywood in which the stars where bronzed to within a crisp of melanoma…George Hamilton, Bridgitte Bardot, Cary Grant, Sophia Loren…and yet it always – and still – comes across as sultry sophistication with the message between the lines “I own a yacht I anchor in Monaco…”  No getting around it, a deep tan was the height of 60’s sophistication!

Tinerate, from tan to tables, and all things that complement, I am currently completely coastal

Till next time.

Tipsy Pipsy xo