Goldschlager

This last weekend I was in SoCal apartment hunting. I found the perfect place. More importantly though, I got to visit Newport Beach! A stranger I met at the swing dance club the night before offered to take me the next day. It was a rocky nook of a beach called Corona del Mar and was white, white sand and clear, clear water. At first I thought the water was glittering in the sun, it was so clear and maybe full of microbubbles... But they never seemed to rise or pop.. So I scooped up a handful of the water and all the glitter settled into my palm.. I asked about it.. apparently the sand is full of gold and fool's gold (pyrite) flakes. It was like swimming in goldschlager. Or a shook up snow globe full of gold flakes. It was truly the most magical experience I've had in a long, long time.

Here is a revival of the surf-perfect tips. A.) my friend Chelsea said she might be getting them...B.) Ain't nothing like a little bit of the west coast to put the surf chick back in me.

Because you know what I overlooked when considering surf tips? The ability to have the perfect ombre braid.













California also got me in the mood for best friend bracelets + diamonds. Scosha NYC has instantly become one of my favorite jewelry designers.







And their rough-hewn rings...







That last one especially... That big silver nugget, flanked by two diamonds, that reads "Fly Fly Fly Said the Bird for She Knew She Was Free".



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