Spring has sprung in Boston and every year at this time, I get impatient and start thinking ahead to summer. This then leads me not to the beach, but to a closet in the back of my house where I keep a good sized collection of shells gathered during visits to my parents in Naples, Florida. Somehow, I'd like display my collection of shells without my living room looking like a beach road shell shop. But, I having trouble getting there.
At this point all I can muster without fear of veering into tackiness is the above ironstone bowl of whelks on a side table. My free time this week will be spent looking for inspiration and if anything promising comes up, I'll be back with more. If you have any ideas please let me know.
It's difficult to resist the call of the hot-glue gun, but I'm holding out.