Hmmm?
Shells? Where?
Ahhhhh, I see.
Beautiful.
Such a creative use of nature’s textures in the home.
Even more wondrous when paired with the pages of a book.
Much to the mystery and fascination of her family, my Aunt Sheila spent years roaming the flats of Rock Harbor in search of razor clams. Just what was she going to do with this endless collection? Well, you see the results. The rest of us are eating crow for ever doubting.
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I remember her collecting these clams…leave it to Sheila!
Oddly enough, I totally remember her collecting all of these shells too! Of course she makes them look fabulous. Of course!
For all the times razor clams have sliced up the bottoms of my feet, call it a kind of pay back to have their remains transformed into art.