This past Saturday, the sky was pouting gray and showering St. Martin with much needed rain. I could have stayed inside, curled up under some soft sheet and watch a good movie, but I went on the road, eager to hang out with my sister and give you a sneak peek of a portion of Grand Case. (More about that tomorrow.) 

I wore the jeans I often keep cuffed and whenever I wear them I wonder if I should in fact get them tailored. Once in a while, I’d have this brief conversation in my head about being short and clothes being too long, but I usually put a full stop to it and go about my business. Apparently, these days adding cuffs to the end of your jeans is a desirable look and I am more than thrilled to share six ways to do so with you. 

As for the long sleeve tee, it was taking a rest at the back of the closet and since the sun got all covered up, I broke out my personal golden rays, a little honey mustard paired with carved wooden earrings and brown leather heels. I loosened my twists and chilled near some cows for a few minutes, having my pictures taken,  wondering why people are racing on this little strip of road and really excited to take on Grand Case with my sister. Happy Birthday siblings!

I had a crochet dress like this one before, fine intricate patterns and a solid color, so I knew that when I walked into the store, turned the corner, and saw two racks of them in two colors, I knew I was going to try the cream one on. And I did. 

Soon after, I left the store, came back fifteen minutes later and went to war on which color I should take. I fell in love with both. So as a distraction, I went to meditate on a pair of shoes. 

Listen to this. I know you’d laugh at me now, but the exact same shoe situation happened again. In the store, I tried on the animal print flats. They were so comfortable, beautiful even, but the right one was loose on my foot. Come to find out that it was, again, two different sizes. Someone somewhere went with a mismatched pair. Better yet, someone with my exact tastes has mismatched feet, and they are closing in on my shoe shopping life. At least I’d like to think that way.

Back to the dress, I like that it is simple from a distance, but up close there is enough going on to keep the eye busy. I like how the pattern is displayed in the sleeve and hemline, little tiny flowers. It feels delicate, always dressy even, which is exactly why I placed it in front this backdrop, in front the ragged concrete and steel of an incomplete stairs. 

Here in the Caribbean, some people build their homes brick by brick over a period of time just like my new dress. Crochet takes time, flower by flower even if it is not done by hand.