I Will Live My Life As A Lobster-Man's Wife

Many a time I have tried to express my absolutely weird dream of living in a lighthouse as a lighthouse keep's wife. I know. But it makes total sense when you realize that I spent my entire childhood visiting the lighthouses along the west coast. We always ended up going on vacations over my birthday and because all trips had to educational, lighthouses were the Historical Point Of Interest of choice. On my 10th birthday we spent the day at Yaquina Bay  and it remains my favourite to this day (and is only and hour from my soon-to-be school!!). We even fondly refer to it as Ashley's lighthouse. It was my favourite of all the ones we visited mostly because it had the best ghost story. (I still have dreams about tiny blood drops on those wooden stairs! lol!)







Things you need to know about 10 year old Ashley are thus: I was precocious, I had an imagination that could give Willy Wonka a run for his money (and really hate that movie by the way), was far too romantic for my own good, and spent far too much time reading Nancy Drew, and watching The Eyes of The Amaryllis, and The Secret of Roan Inish. Basically, I have never changed. But I was always fascinated with the idea of sea life. Boats amaze me, and the best nights sleep I ever had was on an overnight ferry from Wales to Ireland. I was one of the two people who did not get sick on that ride. Truth be told I feel so much more at home on a boat than on land.







I think this fascination is why Californian beaches bother me. There's nothing darkly romantic or mysterious about them. I like ships, and sailors, and rainy, stormy nights. I could not get enough of the ghost stories (I do not believe in ghosts btw), or the loves lost in the fog. I wanted nothing more than to live in one of these beautiful old buildings making clam chowder, singing old sea shanties while wearing billowing long skirts that would get caught in the wind. This, dear friends, is my life long dream.







So yesterday we took a little trip down to San Diego. We decided to go down to the Point Loma tide pools, see the Cabrillo National Monument, and the lighthouse. And as luck would have it, a glorious, raging storm was coming in. The whole day was grey and gloomy and at times freezing cold (the wind chill was brutal!), and I could not have been happier! We climbed on rocks, wades through the ocean, stowed away seashells (which is totally illegal!), breathed in the salty air, ate fish and clam chowder, nearly got pushed over by the wind, and ended the day by getting coffee at SeaPort Village where the rain began to pour down as me and my, probably insane, family walked about without a care in the world. It was perfection. We drove home in pouring rain which continued all night long. Today is another gloomy day, and if the weather report is right, it shall be until Wednesday.








So far, I'm digging Spring.










Knit Cap & Belt- Target
Cardigan- Thrifted
Dress- Vintage, etsy
Tights- ?
Shoes- Payless



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