Thursday, August 12, 2010

You Can't Pick Your Family

About 40 miles from my Grandma's house in Miami is Hollywood Beach, a funky little beach town my Great Aunt Susan calls home. A few years back my Aunt Susan purchased this eight bedroom beach front hotel {she renovated & currently occupies the entire upper level} which is mostly a place where her family and friends come to gather rather than  being an actual functioning hotel. Summer time in Florida is a mixture between sweltering heat, humidity and random down pour tropical storms. We didn't let a little rain stop us from enjoying swimming in the ocean and my cousin James and I couldn't help but get into our bathing suits for a little midnight escapade and dance along the strand in the warm rain. Even though the entire clan couldn't be there this trip, whenever there is any gathering with my family there is never a dull moment. One of my cousins once said, "You can't pick your family" and in my case, I couldn't have picked a better one.

{pizza box's to shield the rain}
{my beautiful mom}


  1. "Lemme borrow that TOP!" Where ever did you find the floral tunic Gigi?

  2. Why would you post a pic of that striped jacket? in my opinion, you've opened yourself up for the thievery that WILL happen to you....i'm members of stripes anonymous and am no longer responsible for my actions...:) where did u get that? it would be smart of you to send me a link otherwise, say goodbye to yours!!!!