The more beach walks I go on, the more I find reasons to love all sorts of shells. And reasons to go on more beach walks. Oh, shells…the patterns, colors, imperfections, holes, different shapes, and
LESSONS LEARNED FROM SHELLING: • Treasures come in all shapes and sizes• Broken is still beautiful• It’s not always about the big ones• The search can be therapeutic• Storms bring out and stir up lots of gorgeousness•
SHARPIE SHELLS So, I was able to totally zone out and draw today, on what might be my new favorite medium…shells. I have a big jar full of ones I’ve found at the beach, so
A few perks of bundling up and heading to the beach when it’s cold… 1: No one else wants to go, so I had the beach all to myself as far as my eyes could
I got a little sidetracked during my beach run today. And rightfully so. These suckers were everywhere. The last few days have been a blast: fun waves after the hurricane, and now gorgeous Lake of
These tiny l’il micro shells had me at hello. It only took me about five minutes to realize that not only is the white sand here oh so lovely, but it is filled with tiny
Right place. Right tide. Jackpot. Levi even helped me find some of these. Which made my salty heart melt quite a bit. Cheers to the little things. Shells always included. Bracelets from Pearl. Love.
There was a big swell last week, and well, it kind of changed the entire dynamic of parts of the beach where I take Kili for her beach runs. In certain areas, sand was replaced
When a beach walk turned into beach combing, which turned into finding this unexpected gorgeousness.
You can always find something to love, when sitting on the beach. Coral pieces and broken shells included. Pearl Love // Long Lost Jewelry
Time to think of a bunch of a few puns with shells: Aww shell yeah. It was a shelluva great day. Shell no. What the Shell? Oh, just for the shell of it. …and many
Any beach, regardless of location, always leaves me little souvenirs to find. Love it.