+What I’m Adoring for Balmy Beach Days=
Well, this is round two of this post. I finished it the other night, teary-eyed, too ‘sunkissed’ (aka, lobster-like), and tired. Funnily enough, I accidentally deleted it. Hence, the reference to Sunday…on Wednesday. Perhaps it was meant to be, or too much wine on my mini vacay- but bottom line is- it vanished. Along with my energy. So, for starters, this past week was met with a little magic, and a little loss.
It was definitely time for a much-needed break, so I though a quick beach trip to SC was long overdue. With a little spur of the moment thrill and a thrown together suitcase, we left for a 5 day getaway. In the back of my mind I knew I hadn’t been there since it happened, and the idea of tears really didn’t seem like something to look forward to. However, I also knew it was stupid to stay in a hotel when Meme’s house was 4 blocks from the whimsical beach days of Summer and the familiarity of a home-away-from-home. You may know where I’m going with this. My Grandmother (to me, my Meme), left us in late April. With any loss it still doesn’t quite feel real, but I’ve always felt memories are a beautiful act of our morality. She was the definition of a true Southern Belle. She took great pride in her humble, farm-family, upbringing and I was blessed enough to spend a few summers with her and nag about hearing of her past. Which, there was a lot of, seeing she was born in 1920. I would happily waste precious beach hours sprawled on her couch as she would smile light-heartedly in remembrance of her hardworking parents and days of her early adolescence in her small, South Carolina town.
It always brought me to a simpler time that felt comforting and far away from the stress of today’s chaotic mass of stress. I would imagine what it would have been like to never think twice about always wearing pretty dresses (made by herself, of course) and be courted by some lovely Southern gentleman. Remembering to always have punch-colored lipstick in your purse, a mini brush, and to always keep your nails neat(insert lecture for my horrid nail-biting at times)…all for those unexpected moments life hands you. It made me smile to know she always looked so bright and put together even in her own unexpected life landslides. She was strong and welcoming to everyone in her life, Southern Hospitality was not stereotypical, it lived through her. Hearing the idea of ‘Grocery Stores’ being somewhat alien also always had a ring to it, which of course is the exact opposite of today. However, as hinted above, my admiration of her beauty routine was an absolute. And her skin, oh, her skin. She ALWAYS had the most luminous skin I have ever seen. People would always comment about how much younger she looked, glowy almost. I could see her playing some enchanting lead role in a 1950’s film. There was also no doubt people like Demi Moore and Julia Roberts must have been in some secret contact with her. It just had to be.
My friends and I in our teenage, not-so-flawless, skin days, would constantly ask about just what that secret was. She would tell us, ‘never wipe your face’, only ‘dab it’- i.e. “Interpret that as you please, my darlings.” It wasn’t really the answer we were looking for although we did follow through with the advice to best of our knowledge.
Yet, as I was remembering her throughout my trip, looking back now I think I now know her secret. It was simple, that was the answer. She never used anything we see people using today…there were no color alterations, synthetic perfumes, sulfites, and hidden, skin-drying alcohols in products in the old days. Whatever she put on her skin was pure, and you could pronounce it…which is nice, too. Beauty is indeed only skin-deep, but it’s funny how things can illuminate the idea of the little things in life. I love the idea of people becoming a bit more simplistic in their beauty regimen, you kind of go back to your roots…in a glamorous way of course. So, with an unexpected remembrance post, cheers to my lovely, glamorous, Grandmother.
And so, in spirit of why this space was created, this Tarte Foundation is definitely weighing in as an inspiration to all written above for the 3 wonderful reasons below:
1. The SPF in it saved my life this week at the beach, 2. it’s light, airy, and moisturizing, 3. while still absolutely worthy of creating 1950s-style glam…without all the grossness of normal foundations you see today. I love and trust its’ worthiness so much, I might just have to do a full-reivew tomorrow. It’s definitely worth your tries, my loves.
I’ll Be Seeing You,