The beach is truly my *happy place* and I have spent many, many hours of my time prowling up and down the stretch of sand in search of the perfect seashells. There are few things that fill me with giddy happiness the way a beautiful shell plucked from the sand does. I recently went to St. Maarten, an island on the Caribbean, for a week, and at one gorgeous beach, I spent almost two hours in the shallows, hunting down the prettiest shells ever. Look at them. Who wouldn’t be that entranced?!
I'm fortunate enough to live within 2 miles of SF's Ocean Beach so morning runs to the beach (and racing the L-train back home afterward) are part of my daily relaxing routine when I'm not away at college. However, a friend of mine in Colorado doesn't have that option. I do send her pictures, but this time I wanted to send her something extra special: some sea glass from this side of the U.S. Because she has multiple piercings (plus she enjoys my wirework tutorials), I decided...