Starbucks in Honolulu
One thing I have noticed on this trip is that the waves sound different out at sea. I finally figured out that waves on the shore are throwing stones and shells and sand around and it makes noise. The bow wave from the ship is just a swish of water. Yeah, you can hear the engines, too, but you can shut that out and imagine that you are on a sailing ship, coasting across the Pacific, listening to the hiss of the wake and the hum of wind in the rigging. Except for the scurvy, rats, weevils, floggings and miserable food, it would have been an idyllic life
The warmth brings out the summer and resort wear among our fellow passengers. The skinny 80year old guy in the shorts and tank top, with his fish belly white legs, sunburned knees, and hairy shoulders is a fit mate for the grandma in the fuchsia, turquoise and orange muumuu. I may get myself a few muumuus. They are so kind, so forgiving, so comfortable. They permit air circulation, provide shelter from sun, and present a palate for all your favorite colors.
And I am sort of making a nuisance of myself now. I've been catching up with other people's blogs from the last week. He knew I was going to be at this for a while, but I don't think he realized how LONG a while it would be. As we got off the ship this morning, DH bought me a beautiful lei with plumeria and purple crown flowers. I have been swooning with delight at the fragrance.
Benita, I will drill my pearls and add them to the necklace I have been working on for years. Every time we go somewhere that I can buy an oyster, the eccentric necklace grows.
Photos of the fat quarters Asian print fabrics? When we get home, I'll do it.