Yes, that is a picture of seashells in a glass bowl. Today there are only a few seashells in that bowl; yesterday it was almost overflowing with lovely shells. Shells that had meaning….lovingly chosen during a vacation on the Gulf Coast of Florida. They were not just for decoration; they were a reminder of another time.
You may know that I am in the midst of re-decorating my living room. There is only one lonely chair remaining in this room, an antique armoire and two small tables. Oh yeah, then there’s that wall’o’paint but that’s a different story.
Have I ever mentioned my EmmaLou, Golden Destroyer spidey sense? As in…I know when she’s being naughty…I know when she’s being nice? Uh-huh. It’s true. When it gets very quiet in the house….she’s up to no good. A mom of a fur-child can just tell these things. Really.
Yesterday I was having a small problem with my back. I know…I know…stop lifting heavy pictures off walls and dragging them into the living room to see if they go with any of the paint samples…mea culpa. Anyway, I was resting on the remaining couch in the family room when I noticed an eerie silence in the house. That’s right…it was entirely too quiet. EmmaLou is up to something.
I painfully got myself up off the couch and started a room-by-room search. I found EmmaLou in the fairly empty living room with the above-pictured glass bowl of seashells on the floor next to her and several scattered around her in pieces. Tiny pieces. EmmaLou was having her version of a seafood lunch. Crunch….crunch…crunch.
I may have neglected to mention…prior to taking that picture, the bowl was almost overflowing with amazingly beautiful shells. The very same shells now strewn in pieces across my living room carpet. Ack.
I take full responsibility once again for her shenanigans. I needed the end table for the two boxes of tiny sample jars of paint. The bowl of seashells found a new home on an antique box much closer to the floor. In fact, they were at the perfect height for EmmaLou to grab them and find a comfy spot for an afternoon snack.
I once had a bowl full to the rim with lovely seashells…sigh…