Pajaro Dunes (my earliest California memories) had a beach, giant houses on stilts, eucalyptus trees galore, and a cute older boy with a black lab puppy. I remember walking from our beach house to the club house by myself one day, with tepid sea breezes making the eucalyptus trees rustle, absorbing the way the eucalyptus bark peeled away from the trunks. My aunt's beach house was decorated in that 90s pink that was so popular and she had a hanging bird-nest-like rattan seat with a white cushion. I was given hand-me-down jewelry, mostly silver earrings. It could be age, but most of my Pajaro Dunes memories are soft and hazy, except for the night we got there, waking up early due to jet lag and watching the moon over the ocean. My first glimpse of the ocean.
This hand-woven wall hanging is made up in shades of tan, white, pink, and navy, with just a hint of mint. It features a pink stone pendant.