I grew up going to beaches spanning the Long Island Sound. When I was in preschool, it was the Larchmont Shore Club, where my brother, mother and I would spend the days eating greasy grilled cheeses with the lifeguards at the snackbar and burying each other in the rocky sand.
As I got older, I traded beach days with the family for road trips to Jones Beach with friends. We’d fry like pigs before riding home with the windows down and blasting Z-100, sharing the occasional illicit cigarette swiped from someone’s mom.
Older still, my husband and I would head even further east to the tip of Long Island, which just happens to host some of the most beautiful beaches in the world, even if they are also amongst the most crowded come summer.
While I’m not a big fan of swimming in the ocean, I do love everything about being near it. The air feels different; in fact, someone once told me that ocean air is charged with positive ions, which actually have a relaxing and reinvigorating effect. I believe it.
All of the stress that I feel at home melts away when I’m at the beach. I care less about the baby not napping or what my four-year-old refused to eat. Work worries scatter like dandelion seeds. I stop spinning for once and spend the days hunting for sea glass, shells and driftwood. Perhaps that’s why I’m so drawn to these elements when it comes to design. They feel grounding.
Since I’m such a sucker for texture and imperfection, I find myself attracted to the natural ease and innate peculiarities of roped-wrapped furnishings (like the rope wrapped chair from Williams-Sonoma featured at the top of the page). So in honor of the summer solstice and the beach days that sprawl before us, here are a few of my favorite finds.