Growing up on the east coast, my family would spend most of the summer at our cottage in Cape Cod. This same beach house has been passed down for generations and someday I hope to take my kids there, too.
Even just thinking of that fresh, salty air takes me right back to age 5, collecting seashells and watching fireworks on the 4th of July… Salt water taffy, clam bakes, ice cream trucks – I don’t think it gets much more American than that.
Unfortunately, I don’t have any photos of our place on 8th Street to share with you today, but the images above remind me of our casual and modest set up. For a place that puts everyone in vacation mode upon arrival, it’s completely acceptable to bring a little piece of the beach back with you ;)