There are many instance throughout my life where I think to myself that I am content, and I have it all figured out, only to be proven wrong…over, and over again. In the last few years my inspiration board had started to look a Brooks Brothers catalog, complete with sprawling abode in The Hamptons. While here in LA I found myself spending more and more time in Larchmont Village because my perception was that I desired to be life those people, and trust me, I still do. But ideals change when the world beyond your walls is discovered, and my idea of what feels like home shifted once again as our ferry took us from Woods Hole to Vineyard Haven, or more simply Martha’s Vineyard.
What simple inspiration would I find there?
On me – cardigan: azul by moussy. shirt: kennington. jeans: paige.
On Stephanie – dresses: jack by BB dakota dress via lulu*s, tricks of the trade dress via lulu*s. earrings: dogeared. shoes: kelsi dagger.
While I truly have loved every stop along this New England tryst, there was something about removing myself from “America” that inspired a new love in my heart, and I think somewhat for Stephanie too. We instantly got lost in the charm of Gingerbread Cottages, craft beers and weathered eyes as we got the first class tour of Oak Bluffs from Martha’s Chamber of Commerce and then made our way into Edgartown. Time moved more slowly, not because the pace of the island life was necessarily that way, but Steph and I were under such a spell that our 24 hours there seemed to fill a life time.
We checked into our incredible (I only say incredible if it were truly, and it was) cottage at the Harbor View Hotel, rested and prepared ourselves for evening to come. We walked the grounds of our escape and then jumped in our Kia Soul‘mate and had a little adventure in the woods. I spoke in an earlier post how the woods of New England made my mind wander back into history, and our adventure on Martha’s was no exception. I think in fact the idea of the feet that had traveled through these trees spooked Stephanie enough for us to do a little photo shoot and then quickly return to civilization.
As I write to you I don’t know if I can exactly put my finger on the magic or explain to you why we felt so strongly about our stay on the Vineyard. The beauty was one thing, knowing that the island was the playground of presidents was another, but words escape me to pinpoint that THIS was the reason we never wanted to leave.
So, we’re back in Los Angeles of course, and all I want is to be back in Martha’s embrace. Even know, off season where there is probably a strong chill in the air, give me a sweater and I could sit looking out to the Edgartown Lighthouse all day long. The Vineyard is like a daydream from which I do not want to be stirred from, so my new ideal…to live here one day. Or at the very least have my summer home…