Groundhog Day


You get the idea.  Go to pool.  Lie around.  Go to Ala Moana.  Come back to room.  Get changed.  Go back to pool and have a drink.  Get mistaken for lesbian by a playboy in his seventies (presumably because I wasn’t interested in him).  Go back to room and get room service.  OK, the bit in the middle only happened once, but the rest pretty much sums up my Hawaiian mini-break.

As you can see, bangles and necklaces are to my summer as scarves are to my winter.

On the left, I’m wearing my new shirt and leopard print thongs from Gap.  (According to net-a-porter, shirts are the new caftan for beach cover ups.)