BACK y’all. And ready to catch up and recap our last month of adventures!
Let’s rewind back a few weeks. The first rainy weekend in August marks Scituate’s Heritage Days, and it kicks off Friday evening with Luminaria… picture the floating lanterns in Tangled… only ours are dollar-store candles stuck in old milk jugs and don’t fly. But man are they beautiful!
So many of my childhood summer memories revolve around lighting the luminaries along the rocks and jetty that circle the harbor. Now it’s so fun to bring BF back with me and skip along the rocks, watching them light up at dusk.
Baseball Season Sweater (40% off!), Madewell [similar] | Boyfriend Shorts, Target [similar] | Champion Starburst Sneakers c/o Keds | Mini Transport Crossbody, Madewell
As silly as it sounds, I was always under STRICT surveillance as a kid when it came to footwear for walking along the harbor’s rock footpaths. Tennis shoes or bust, yo– flip flops were an accident waiting to happen in Mama’s eyes!
Though I’m bias–it’s a hometown tradition close to my heart–if you ever find yourself in Scituate the first Friday in August, I do recommend stopping by to see for yourself.
My mom wouldn’t allow sandals of any kind on rocky ledges. Always had to be tennies or my water shoes! Craig and I will have to head up next year to check it out in the flesh.
My folks’ neighborhood has a similar tradition around Christmas, only ours are white paper lunch bags weighted down with sand and rock with little dollar store tea lights in them. Still, no matter what they’re made of, the candlelight is so pretty. Love that photo of the luminaria with the lighthouse!
This is such an awesome tradition! And I adore your shoes! Great post! I also just tagged you in a tag… Sum up Of Summer… here http://breatheeasywithme.blogspot.com/2014/08/sumupofsummer.html 🙂
Love your photos!
I love your photos. The candlelight and beach are beautiful. 🙂
This is one New England tradition I haven’t seen or experienced for myself. Would love to check it out!
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