I sat out on the deck in the perfect autumn weather and made something.
A lot of beach combing happened this summer in California. A little by me, during the weekend I visited Barry, and quite a lot by Barry. I came home from my trip with all the nooks and crannies of my suitcase filled with rocks and shells. We had even found a starfish washed up on the shore. I thought I could take it back with me and dry it, but boy was that a mistake! Even in two ziploc bags it spread the most horrific smell to everything near it– and turned to flattened mush. I put it on the roof at my parents house to dry, but it remained stinky and just not cool at all. Bummer.
But, I still have treasures to spare. I braved a trip to Michael’s yesterday with the kids in tow to find some shadow box frames, and I found some in the Martha Stewart crafty stuff– in my shade of green, even. I grabbed my box of shells and sticks and sand dollars, went outside with my glue and paintbrush, and it felt so good.
I stuck the finished arrangement in a cubby in my new art-room-in-leiu-of-a-dining-room. I’m making progress in there.
It’s in plain view of the front door, so if it’s going to be a mess, it’s got to be a cute mess. I finally got to the box of very gingerly wrapped bird nests, rocks, seedpods, eggs, and shells today. I wonder what the packers thought…
There was some other random junk in the box too. I had some help finding a place to put it.
