Spa Day at Koloa Town Salon

Having my brother's wedding here in Hawaii was a great idea. They were able to have all the excitement of a Destination Wedding with all the convenience of a wedding near home, since some of us live here. We were able to drive around and find the best place to have a spa day with the girls. As a kind of bachelorette party, we all wanted to have a relaxing day before the wedding. The place we found : Koloa Town Salon. 

The people there were so sweet and helpful. We were able to get pedicures, manicures, massages, facials, and I even got a henna tattoo. They do hair and makeup as well. All in all we had a great experience. This spa is definitely the coolest I've ever been to. 

The salon was recently converted from a rental property. The building itself is on the national register of historic places, as it was the old telephone/radio building from 1926. The building is right in Old Koloa Town, reminding passersby of the plantation days from the last century. Everything has been updated however, redecorated in a tropical style that is a little more Colonial Caribbean than Plantation Hawaii. White walls and dark wood furniture give the rooms a sense of old elegance. With the morning sunlight streaming through the windows, the space is lit up, resurrected from its long days in darkness. I love how this place was revitalized. The owners have kept its historic charm, while making it still useful today. It was a pleasure to enjoy this little piece of history. 

Catching Up

Hello internet, after a crazy couple of months that involved my brother's wedding, sleeping on the couch for two weeks, a broken computer, and a piano recital from my students, I am still alive. I think. I am also in the midst of planning a trip to a different coastline (location to be announced later) which has been fun but time-consuming. But as life slows down a little this week, I hope to start catching up online here. 

Much of my family came out in April for my brother's wedding, and I can't tell you how wonderful it was to all be together again. In Hawaii, of all places. We did lots of fun family stuff - went to a luau, had a day at the spa, and spent plenty of time soaking up the sun at the beach. Within the next week or so, I hope to post some photos, including some of the wedding, which was outside by the sea. For now, here are a few random shots.

Relaxing in the Pacific

Ubiquitous chickens

Sunset through the rain

Farmer's market

Baby octopus salad (which we did not buy)

My nephew ready to get in the water

My sister braving the paddleboard

Sea-inspired Outfits from Shabby Apple

The world has dried out around here. We're still afloat after all. Besides the everyday adventures of teaching music, life has been a little busy, especially since we're counting down the days until my brother's wedding next month. I'm very excited to spend time with my family who's flying in from the mainland. It's been forever and an age since we've all been together. So... Wedding = excuse to buy new clothes (right?). I'm not very good at fashion statements, and therefore never post my opinions here. But in my desperate attempt at finding a decent dress, I came across this fabulous online shop I fell in love with: Shabby Apple. Ever hear of it? You need to check it out, especially since it has some lovely sea-inspired outfits.

I went with this sea-foam green/ tiffany blue Alice dress:

The dress is completely overlaid with feminine lace and actually falls to my knees (which I like, but it's so hard to find). I'm a little shocked at my unusual (for me) color choice, but it's sooo... beachy? Great for an outdoor wedding. 

As it so happens, I found this lovely sea-blue skirt as well:

Shabby Apple even has a whole line of nautical-inspired fashion, which includes this darling Lighthouse Dress:

I hope I'm not boring you, but this makes me feel so ready for spring and beach picnics and sunshiney seashore days. Until next time, stay calm and be sure to always have the sea for your horizon!

The Definition of Green

Lately, the view from this side of the world has looked like this:

Rain, rain, and more rain, and even I (secretly fascinated by the wet-worlds of Seattle and the Planet Kamino) was getting a little weary of the absence of sun and stars behind that sheet of gray water. We had a couple violent winter storms, resulting in actual frozen-water hail on the East Side. Buildings were flooded, bridges were closes, and feet were generally wet. Then today, the sky grew blue again, and though the air is still cold, it has been nice getting reacquainted with sunshine. One good thing about the rain though, is that it makes everything here green - vibrant, verdant, velvet. So, considering that St. Patrick's Day is coming up this week, here is photographic journey on the definition of green.

Rain Showers and Shower Trees

It may be snowing elsewhere in the Northern Hemisphere, but here in Hawaii we are being deluged with chilly rain. On Sunday we had some sort of melted blizzard that threatened to beat down the world to death. The mountainsides were draped in thunder-rumbling clouds. Even now, it is raining again, and the sky feels like a heavy cold blanket. It surprises me how green the earth can be when the air is this gray. 

The seasons here are strange. We are in the midst of our Rainy Season, as contrasted with the rest of the year which I suppose we call the Non-Rainy Season, because it definitely isn't dry. But there are other seasons as well, and they don't line up all in a row like spring, summer, fall, winter. We have Mango Season, Plumeria Season, Whale Season, and the various fluctuations of Tourist Season which lasts all year long. February is apparently the flowering season for this tree:

I'm not the best at recognizing the true names of all the tropical plants around here, but I'm thinking that this is what people call a Yellow Shower Tree, especially since it looks similar to the trees in this blog post. 

We have Pink Shower Trees as well, which always make me think of Bridal Showers. But I assume the name comes from the fact that the flowers shower the ground like rain, like snow. 

The photos almost portray how very Yellow these flowers are. They are as brilliant as sunshine. So bold, they cry out to everyone who passes to just look. Look at their definition of color against the sky, against the ground. I never realized how vibrant actual, natural color could be until I moved here.

At Sea with the Humpbacks

"Exultation is the going of an inland soul to sea..." or so says that sober-silent friend of ours, Emily Dickinson. And when one is asked to play chaperone to a group of children hungry for the sea and the salt spray and adventure, one must say a definite yes. 

And so that was that. A boat, a multitude of bright blues, and the purest air ever breathed at noontime. And this for our front yard, this I would be happy to call my welcome mat:

The boat, a catamaran with sails, was laid with a tight trampoline in the bow. Here is where the children - and eventually a circle of youth-renewed women whose more cautious children went below decks to become dry - balanced, their hands grasping the ropes, their faces forward with wind-pressed smiles, their feet swinging free into the salt-air with every swell of the sea.

And if that wasn't enough, there were the whales, the humpbacks, who rose and fell, dipping themselves into the air like toddlers dipping their feet into a pool. Like icebergs, these whales show only a fraction of themselves above the surface, yet we know that their giant bodies are there at home under the waves. They spout their fish-eaten breath into the air and sink back down, only to wave a fingertip fin at all us spectators, only to gradually raise a fingerprint tail gracefully as they dive.

I soon discovered that whales are more photo-shy than even I am. And to catch on film a breach, a whale lifting itself completely out of the water, is to near the impossible. So I gave myself up to mental photography, taking with my eyes the pictures of humpbacks side-by-side, of the baby whale learning to jump, of pectorals and dorsals and flukes stretched at the sky.

I will not lie, for my heart was heavy that day. I crept often to the bow of the boat, inching as close as I could to the sea - if only to touch with my toes the liquid air of home - only to be called back again by the crew. Silly of them, really. As close as I wanted to be, I would not have fallen in. And if I had? It is but the sea, this straining, striving, struggling mass of energy that our very lives are balanced on. It is just like our every day, this life, this sea. We are afloat for today, rising and falling on the hourly swells. We do not drown. Not now.