out to sea

I have a box of old sea shells from my grandmother and our family travels when we were children.  I am not sure how I was bestowed this box, but I know how much I treasure each and every shell... likely I asked my mother for it one day when I was over at her cottage.  Probably I requested, 'Do you mind if I borrow this box for awhile for some projects?'  And without a doubt my mother graciously replied, 'Sure, knock yourself out.'

 

But here it is, in the far left cabinet on the bottom shelf, and many times I have pulled out the shells unwilling to glue them to anything, or alter them in any permanent way because that would ruin the simple beauty of them, and my favorite way of enjoying them... which is sorting through the box of memories that are attached to each shell.  Then I had a thought of how lovely they would look with some life in them.  So I added a little life in the form of a small succulent plant~

 

 

  





 

 

 

I find them to be enchanting, and on a desk they look almost look... curious~

 

 

 

 

 

 Have a lovely {and maybe a little curious} day~

 

xokelly