I have been dreaming of the seaside lately. It is a dream that befalls me every summer. The smell of the salt air, the cry of the gulls, the sound of the waves start playing over and over again in my mind as spring turns into summer.
We have no plans to visit the seaside this summer. But that doesn't mean I have to stop dreaming.
Last Friday my mom painted this picture for a wedding gift and I nearly died when I saw it. It was the seaside picture in my dreams. Can you just imagine sitting there and knitting? I almost begged her to keep it. But, alas, the picture was gifted away.