|Bits of sea glass from my favorite beach.|
|Vintage pails filled with shells collected over the years.|
The conversation goes something like this: Them: "Hey, is that a new table?" Me: No, I just removed the "often elaborate, seasonally appropriate vignettes in favor of something a little more understated for the summer." Them: "Oh. Okay. Real nice Mom. Can you move, please? The Cubs are on."
|Made by my youngest in grade school Art Class|
|Results of a rainy day project with my sons from long ago.|