As a girl, after hours of jumping salty crashing waves, handstands under water, going surfing and all the other joys of the ocean I often found solace and comfort in my mama’s multicolored striped cloth beach chair. I would sit all cozy wrapped in a towel shaken free of sand, handed a cup of juice or a slice of watermelon, lips all purple and shivering despite the warm summertime sun and it was lovely. All the mom’s had them. They sat in their chairs and chatted while us kids ran wild.
I have yet to go out and get such a chair. I can’t say why exactly. I suppose it’s because I am a product of playing at the shore. If I can’t swim underwater with my eyes wide open spying out fish and shells and legs of unsuspecting people than what am I? Really.
So these days, regardless of my adult status, and despite denying my boys of the memory of such a seat, I claim freedom from the confines of a beach chair. Delightful they may be, I am not ready for this giant step in life. No, for now I will use it as an excuse to shake and bake for a just a tiny bit longer. (you know where you go in the water and then roll around in the dry sand)
MamaRise 
Ha! I laughed out loud at this. Embrace the chair! It’s so nice- dry and sand-free! 🙂 but yes, another symbol of the loss of our carefree youth. Like the minivan… It’s coming!
NEVER! 🙂 well maybe the minivan. but the chair! NO! I will just steal yours whenever we beach it together:)
my mom had the same beach chair- think she still does, that thing is older than me. 🙂 Once the kids will let you, you will see the beauty of the beach chair- easier to drink a beer and much easier to read a book (yes, I said it- READ A BOOK!). Plus, you had such good memories in your mom’s- you don’t want to rob the kids of that- do you?
I don’t believe you. Read a book!!!! Let’s trade places for an afternoon at the beach. 🙂 I know I am sure you are more than right! But I do love to make moats and go body surfing! I really do! I can make a sweet mermaid out of anybody!