I love everything about it. Its frosted patina, it's rounded smooth edges, its illusiveness and of course its colors.
I recently purchased a special dish so I could put my growing collection out for everyone to enjoy. I placed my little gems on the coffee table arranging the colors so that the rare ones were prominently displayed on top. The crowning glory was my 1 in 5,000 prize; the Holy Grail of all collections, my extremely rare red.
Hummm, notice anything missing here? (Awww, you ARE paying attention).
Yup, the red sea glass that used to live up there now lives down here...
...in the bowels of our swivel chair.
It seems that Jake, while visiting over Thanksgiving, was examining the red sea glass and it fell out of his hands and into the crack of the chair.
Oh, yeah we tried turning the chair upside down and shaking it, running our hands on the inside - everything short of taking the whole dang thing apart. I'm afraid my precious red prize is gone forever.
Well, almost forever. I informed my family that when I'm gone, (before they call Goodwill to come pick-up all Grammie's old junk), they need to tear the bottom off that chair and recover that glass one last time.
Poor Jake. His mom made him tell me what had happened. Knowing how I cherished that nugget he so dreaded telling me. But he did and I'm proud of him for that.
Looking back I wish my reply had been more loving and understanding. All I said was, "You've GOT to be kidding me!"
Sometimes I wish there was a do over button in life.
Sunday the smoke from the southern California fires painted the most magnificent sunset. What a perfect ending to a great weekend. To top it all off Sunday's low tide uncovered my first piece of red sea glass - the Holy Grail for sea glass collectors. I was stoked!
Monday morning we are off to Ontario for training on the new Bernina 830 and two days of hands on sewing and embroidering with dealers and their staff from across California, Nevada and Hawaii. I'm excited to share the wonders of this amazing machine with Becky, Annette and Amanda. Ladies be prepared to be blown away!
Saturday while taking a little harbor cruise we came upon a neighbor who was fighting what looked like a really big fish. Since he had hooked it with light tackle he had to reel it in very slowly so as not to lose it. We pulled the boat over to an adjoining dock so we could watch the drama unfold. An hour later our neighbor finally coaxed this bad boy up from the bottom of the channel.
A 48 inch bat ray who was not at all happy to be visiting with the likes of us!
After the tragedy with Steve Irwin a few years ago we treated him with much respect - oh, you can be sure of that! And after a couple of photos and some measurements we sent him safely back to his under water home.
Not sure who was more tired, the ray or the fisherman.
I just happened to be wearing my Shark Week shirt while walking on the beach a few weeks ago when I came upon a fisherman who had just snagged this little guy. Couldn't let this photo op get away so I mustered up all my courage and asked him if he wouldn't mind letting me hold him while my friend took my picture. What I wouldn't do for my blogging public!
Eeww... Don't underestimate the creepiness factor here people cause it WAS creepy (not slimy, just warm and creepy). I'd like to tell you that he had really BIG teeth too, but I can't because he didn't. No teeth at all, that I could see, but I wasn't about to put my fingers in his mouth to check.