a Vintage Los Angeles Lifestyle and Fashion Blog


Just a quick post to chat about my day on the beach in Ventura.  Only, there were no bikinis, no fringe pants, and no Eric von Zipper.  But we did have a blanket of seafoam on the beach!

Ventura beach

It was grey and dreary at home, but as it was a Sunday and we were cooped up at home all day on Saturday, we had to get out and about.  So off on one of our drives to nowhere we went.  I love our drives to nowhere.  We just get in the car and go and see where we wind up.  Lucky for us, we went to the Ventura coast.  Score!  We got blue skies, somehow.  And, since we are between storms, we also got some great waves.  They were pounding the shore and the pier.

Ventura beachVentura beach Ventura beach Ventura beach

Ventura beach
Ventura beach
Ventura beachVentura sea foam

There is something about the beach that moves me.  I’ve often said it is my happy place.  It doesn’t matter where in the world I am.  If I am on the beach, I am home.  The crashing of the waves calms me.  Yes, I get sandy and sticky and chilled.  To me, in that location, it is heaven.  My favorite activity is to stare into the waves and see if I can see any sea life.  The pelicans diving in for a fish.  Dolphins riding the waves.  I’ve even seen whales in the distance.  Pure magic.

We ventured in to the town of Ventura to do a little antique shopping.  Antiquing, the beach, followed by dinner with friends back home?  Bliss!


1 comments so far.


  1. Those are huge waves and they look scary. I feel kinda sorry for that surfer there, but looks like he is having lots of fun.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.