There is an Art
to logging beach time.
Let me paint you a little picture:
First.. you need a smidge of time off
followed by a dab of good weather...
but the key stroke
to logging great beach time
is the beach chair.
got the picture?
I have tried lying on a beach towel...
which allows for maximum recline,
but minimum comfort.
The sand gets pretty hard on the back and the behind ...
especially after 5 or so hours.
Plus it's hard to keep the sand off myself
without looking like a
cinnamon sugar donut.
Anywhoooooooo
A couple of years ago PaulA gave me
THE grand dame of beach chairs...
a deluxe model with all the bells and whistles.
Woot Woot. Toot. Toot.
It’s wasn't your stripped down entry-level Ford
of a beach chair.
It was a Cadillac
or as I call it....
The Katillac
(ack, ack, ack, ack)
Everyone has their own preferences
when it comes to their beach chair...
but the features of The Katillac that work for me:
Wide bamboo arms
that don’t burn my arms in the hot burning sun.
Pillow and ottoman
for an occasional seaside siesta.
A drink holder
for my apple juice. hehe
A towel bar
for my beach towel...der.
And a comfortable strap to carry it...
over PaulA’s shoulder.
you da man
This beach chair has Kat written all over it...
okay...so I may have written
"Katillac"
on the wood arm.
But just because I have my name written on it
doesn’t mean I wouldn’t let someone else sit in it
for a few seconds.
Be my guest
Alice and Ansley
(My late mom and my 1st grandchild)
I have noticed, however, that
no one else ever sits in The Katillac.
PaulA will set up the beach and when I get there...
the Katillac remains open.
Hmmm...
I don’t remember threatening anyone?
It's not like I think I'm the
Queen of the beach...
Anywhoooo.....
See you on the beach...
JUST NOT IN MY CHAIR.
got the picture?
