Monday, June 13, 2011
works cited: thrifted skirt and belt; target tank; volcom sandals; anthro earrings
I briefly put on shoes to take a long walk down the beach, hang out with my grandparents (year-round residents of Kennebunkport) and visit the clam shack with Christopher to eat delicious fried sea creatures. I about died when I walked past this wall--I have a not-very-well-hidden adoration for lobsters, inherited from my mother--and naturally, the coast of Maine in the summertime is just swimming with real lobsters, lobster-jokes, lobster-merchandise, lobster-art, and lobster-you-name-it. It may be a tourist trap, but I am sunk in it deeply, delighted to see my clawed friend everywhere I turn.