Last time I was up at our camp in the Adirondacks I asked my mother-in-law about a large string of shells hanging on the wall. They had clearly been there a very long time, but no one seemed to know why or where they came from. She said that they had come back with my husband's older brother from one of his many, many adventures. Exactly which location? Hard to say ... Thailand, India, Mexico ... she couldn't remember.
She said that they had no sentimental value and perhaps I could use the shells in my designs. Oh she knows how to sweet talk me! That took about 3 seconds, as I had to climb the stairs to reach the string of shells. They have a beautiful orange and off white pattern to them. Those were in my bag before she could finish the sentence.
And then a few weeks back I met up with my friend Christine and she gave me a shell her brother found in Florida from a beach combing excursion. She had drilled a hole in the top which made it perfect for a focal. She also gifted me this really cool banana fiber, which adds the best rustic boho feel to the piece. Funny how bits and pieces just fall together like they were always meant to be.