beauty tips for the girly boat girl

Living on a boat, especially for a female with zero prior tool-using experience, can be a challenge sometimes. There’s a lot of “ugh!” moments and quite frankly the things you think are going to be easy end up being ridiculously complicated, and the things you think are going to be really complicated end up being so simple you feel kind of dumb. I’m sure there’s a Murphy’s Law for what I’m trying to say.

It’s the frustrating times that encourage me to do something I know how to do, yet still press on into unfamiliar territory. I got frustrated with the pegboard I was trying to cut into different sizes to mount in my shop. The hacksaw wasn’t cutting it fast enough. I put on the tea-tree mask from the Body Shop (amazing!) and was able to clear my thoughts (as well as my pores). Eventually I realized I had this Fein tool that kinda-sorta might work. I hadn’t used the thing before, but I saw someone using it which gave me an idea of what to do. I was able to get the pegboard cut and now my tools look so pretty! Like my skin. I was even jamming out to Mariah Carey. You see, it’s completely possible to be girly while doing “man” stuff.


I think it was well over a year after having moved onto my Columbia that I finally did a pedicure. On land, I used to do my pedicures every two weeks. I’ve never been interested in paying someone to do it for me, it’s expensive to do that and it’s not that hard to do at home. It’s not like I’m going to jeopardize my health by not doing a pedicure, but quite frankly I like to take care of myself and doing pedicures is almost something I do to relax. There’s nothing wrong with taking a beauty break, or even incorporate it into what I’m doing. Like mounting pegboard.

I followed the tea tree mask up with using my heat gun to dry my nail polish. There’s water all around me and it takes forever for nail polish to dry. Days, I’m talking. I don’t have days! You’ve gotta use what you’ve got wherever you are, right?! As usual, the dogs are like “what is that lady doing?” and I’m like “I’m getting shit done, that’s what I’m doing.”


BEFORE + AFTER progressions

six month anniversary!

My dear Coconut and I have been together for six months now, and it has been amazing to look back and see how far I’ve come. Some days I feel like I haven’t made much progress at all. I haven’t fixed the leaks. I haven’t fixed the previous water damage. I haven’t gotten her sailing yet. Maybe I haven’t done quite a few projects yet, but that doesn’t necessarily mean I haven’t made any progress at all.

I’ve had the boat hauled out, had the bottom painted, had a head installed, gotten new life lines. I’ve gotten a different main sail and have hand woven my own webbing onto the shackles, I’ve almost finished varnishing the exterior wood, I’ve gotten the stove working, I’ve gotten one of the two tanks to hold water (my least favorite project so far). She still needs a lot of work, but I feel that with new standing rigging and a million small little projects (securing things so they don’t move while under sail) we might be able to go sailing one of these days! I’m honestly in no rush. I do need to keep breaking in the new engine. I might as well do that now while I can’t even sail the boat in the first place. I am also kind of obsessed with the boat and can’t not spend money on it… so I do really need to slow down anyways. I can always work on the million tiny little projects. Slow and steady wins the race, right?

To celebrate the six month anniversary, I’ve been doing some deep-cleaning. I slowly moved (dumped) my stuff onboard and didn’t really take the time to organize everything when I first bought her. I find batteries, business cards, and receipts in almost every bag o’crap I look in. I find bungees and random screws everywhere as well. I’m sure things will constantly be ebbing and flowing, but for the most part those miscellaneous but important items are finding logical homes onboard and it… it feels good.. Yeah. (Sorry, I love 80’s music.)

I also decided it was time to install the table. It had been hiding in my closet, but I was hesitating because I didn’t want to make new holes in the floor or to take up valuable dance floor space. Both of those are pretty ridiculous reasons to not have a table, right? It’s weird having it there now, but it’s already proved to be a good work bench for this lefty!

I did have to be careful where I mounted the base, the table lowers to add more sleeping space so I just had to make sure the table could lower to the right spot. I also needed to make sure the stairs down to the companion way could clear the table, as well as make sure the floor hatches could still open. Voila! She’s in.



I hung my Hawaiian tile that conveniently covers up where a 110V light fixture had been.



I also hung a closet rod in the wet hanging locker. This is how well designed Coconut is, there’s a hanging locker just as you enter the main cabin that allows water run off to flow to the bilge. No chance for standing water! Bruce Bingham for the win.



In our every day life, Bear, Zita and I have returned to as “pre-boat” normal as possible. Whenever I separated my laundry on land, they’d immediately lay on it assuming I was offering them a bed. The first time I’d done that on board Coconut, they did what they hadn’t been able to do on the little 26’er. Their instincts kicked in and they knew what to do.


They also are able and willing to follow me everywhere as they often times did in our land-home. Apparently I’m really interesting.


“Is she going to cook? Must investigate.” “What is she doing back there? Must investigate.” “What does she have in her hands? Must sniff.” They also have their own beds again that are on the floor rather than on the furniture. While life was decent on the Columbia, this is much more like a happy home for us all which was all I wanted when we began this adventure three years ago! I can’t believe it’s been three years already.



washed up yacht club

There’s an unofficial yacht club here in the Bay Area called the Washed Up Yacht Club. We’re all just a bunch of boaters living in the bay who enjoy a raft up every now and then. It doesn’t get much better than Clipper Cove at Treasure Island! I hadn’t taken Coconut out in a couple of months so she was overdue for a ride out on the water.

My friend Leann came with me, and I’m so glad she did. I’m still trying to get used to having an inboard engine, so I feel like I’m close to being able to mess with the lines and fenders while trying to coast up to a neighboring boat to tie our lines together… but not quite yet. Maybe next time. This months’ raft up was a smaller turn out than I’d seen in previous events, which I preferred. It was still great meeting new people, as well as seeing old friends I hadn’t seen in a while. Everyone is always working on boat projects and it’s fun to hear what they’re working on as well as people giving you tips on how to fix problems you’re having yourself.

Do you ever picture something in your mind, like how cute your dogs would look in an inflatable rubber ducky inter tube and get the idea that you want to tow it behind you in a kayak and take a spin and show off how cute you all look and instead end up tipping over while trying to put said dog in said rubber ducky inter tube and end up eating sh*@ (or water in my case) while everyone looks and wonders what all the commotion is? Yes, it happened. Not quite how I imagined it, but whatever. I can now say I have taken a dip in the bay, although completely unintentional! I didn’t get injured, Bear forgave me for getting him wet, and I changed into some dry clothes after Leann was finished laughing her ass off at me. As you can see, all went back to normal fairly quickly.

Here’s some pictures from the raft up. Enjoy 🙂