Fishermen can't compete against hunting women.
Bargain hunters love end-of-season sales, which are in full-stride.
A few places to find catch:
Boston Jean Company (EDG)
Vineyard Vines (EDG & OB)
Portobello Road (EDG)
Jack Wills (EDG)
The Green Room (VH)
The Collection (VH)
Midnight Farm (VH)
Bespoke Abode (VH)
Columbus Day weekend is a wrap for many, including the Derby.
Better get the hunt on, soon.
Above: Tasty little flats from Anthropologie.
Are you starting to miss those days when you could browse the coffee shop to see what hot reads were propped between two hands? The Kindle/Nook craze has deprived us of our cover-peeping. I decided to grab a *rainy day* latte from Beetlebung, and found a paperbook-lover indulging in Geraldine Brooks' latest - Caleb's Crossing. It is set on Martha's Vineyard during the 1600's and narrated by Bethia Mayfield - a girl who yearns for an education that is closed to her, for being female. She introduces us to the first Wampanoag Native American (Caleb) to graduate from Harvard. Having found Brooks previous works of historical fiction to be beautifully written (Year of Wonders and March); I am decidedly compelled to lose myself in this one.
Photos: Anthropologie 2009
It's starting to feel like a warm sweater walk on the beach, pumpkin gnocchi kind of season.
Interior Design: Adam Straus/Los Angeles via Lonny
(Photography: Patrick Cline/Art Direction: Michelle Adams)
Pumpkin Gnocchi Photograph/Recipe: William Brinson for House of Brinson
Approach to Tashmoo Beach House: LP iPhone
We arrive at the far end of summer.
Did we find the time to walk with lovers young and old? Paths that wander to rolling surf. Small feet anxious to step. Fun awaiting.
Did we feast on fresh catch from Larsens? Sun dropping over Menemsha. Boy strumming his guitar on the rock. Fire and Rain. (yes, it's James).
Did we have a moment to lay on the cushion near the open window? In the nightfall, just listen. Watch sheers drift in the humid breeze.
Did we peddle a bike down the vibrating dirt road? The one that makes feet fall off pedals and leads to warm zucchini bread at Morning Glory Farm. Must get there before two. *remember next time* Ride back with a basket of strawberries and ears of corn. *happy*
Did we wander the halls of the Ag Fair to marvel at the young boy's wood wagon, guernsey calves and vinegar fries? A girl whooping, "I'mmmmm okay. I'mmmmm okay." Salt & Pepper ride.
Did we see the man helping the elderly couple change a tire? We need to turn left. Oh, thank you kind person in the white Jeep with the Yankees baseball hat.
Where did the time go? It was here just a short while ago.
Did we leave something behind? They say it's an excuse to return.
I think I left my heart.
Must return, again.
Labels: Martha's Vineyard