I remember walking the seashore with my sister early in the morning and seeing who could find the best seashells before the beach crowds came and scooped them all up. Growing up on the coast of the Atlantic really made me partial to the smell of the saltwater, the feel of sand between my toes, and the look of seashells strung around my neck. Real ones, of course, not that fake Panama Jack hemp surfer-wanna-be costume jewelry that they sell in Wal-Mart.
I stumbled across this website, Oceanic Splendors, and it immediately took me back to the sunrise shoreline of home. What the actual website lacks in creativity, the jewelry makes up for in elegance and beauty. A mermaid would be proud.
Just thought I'd reminisce of the good ol' days of childhood summer. Oh, what I'd give to leave the cold snow in trade for a warm, sunny day at the beach...
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