When a girl needs a beach day, she needs a beach day. And a few weekends ago, I needed a beach day — a day at the Wrightsville Beach oceanfront to be precise. Complete with a blanket in the sand, a good book, and a low maintenance lunch (a Subway sandwich and a Diet Coke), I took advantage of the beautiful sunny and 70 degree (November!!) weather and spent a few hours at one my favorite, most happiest places. It was the best therapy a girl could ask for following several weeks of long, busy workweeks and post-election chaos. Out on the beachfront for more than two hours, I spent my time napping, people watching, meandering, taking pictures, reading, and enjoying the peace and beauty of the moment.
When a girl needs a beach day, she needs a beach day. And a few weekends ago, I needed a beach day — a day at the Wrightsville Beach oceanfront to be precise. Complete with a blanket in the sand, a good book, and a low maintenance lunch (a Subway sandwich and a Diet Coke), I took advantage of the beautiful sunny and 70 degree (November!!) weather and spent a few hours at one my favorite, most happiest places. It was the best therapy a girl could ask for following several weeks of long, busy workweeks and post-election chaos. Out on the beachfront for more than two hours, I spent my time napping, people watching, meandering, taking pictures, reading, and enjoying the peace and beauty of the moment.