Reduce. Reuse. Re-shell.
It seems that my beach combing talents extend past the sea & sand. The only thing I enjoy more than looking for shells & shark's teeth would be my pursuit of fine junque. Today I took my sister Kimmie who is visiting from Tennessee on my Sarasota thrift store route. The creme de la creme is The Woman's Exchange on Orange St. Oh my goodness! Every aisle is crammed full of glassware, knick-knacks, jewelry, artwork, furniture. What did I spy out of the corner of my eye but this shell flower arrangement. www.womansexchange.com My great-aunt Anabelle lived on the harbor in Clearwater & was an artist. She sold her oils but shell craft was her real passion. As a little kid I remember her table set up with lots of stuff I wasn't allowed to touch. My mom would help her dye the little minis the right color for all the flowers & animals she would create. Can you imagine how the shelling must have been