Sometimes all it takes is a whiff of ripe pineapple or a snippet of tropical fabric and I am transported back to the beaches of that little corner of Hawaii Mr. Wonderful and I call "ours."
Which is hilarious, considering we've only been there three times and the last time was 28.5 months ago (not that we are counting or anything!)
This time it was a pineapple from Costco and a scrawled postcard from Sarah.
"Natalie and I are here for a few days in the sun..."
I had no more than uttered the word "Hawaii" when my husband dashed to the computer and booked flights for only $10 using our mileage plans! Oh, how I love a man of action.
So now the calendar has dates penciled in and I find myself drawn to my old reference photos. How did I miss so much great resource material buried there? Time to dig out the old sketch books.
I feel a surge of beach-scented creativity... the tropical breezes are blowing in the studio. Funny how a pineapple from Costco and a postcard from a vacationing friend can set you off down a new creative path!