Big shells, little shells, flat shells, round shells, itty bitty shells nestled in massive shells. I love shells.
And I wonder if each could tell me the story of their journey to my happy sandy hand, what it would be like…
Were they stirred up by a storm and washed ashore?
Maybe they used to be someone’s home and are looking for a new tennant. Maybe they’re on a search their identical twin. I wonder how far they traveled, how deep they dove, and what they want to do next.
Whatever their story is, it sure makes them beautiful.
And I think I really need to just buy this book so I can bump up my shell knowledge up a notch or two.
Bracelets by awattz dezigns.