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LIVING RIGHT ON THE BEACH, I could fill our apartment with seashells, sea glass, and stones that get washed ashore. I’ve so far managed to control my natural tendencies.
I began first by collecting sea glass. I had filled a glass vase with my treasures until I wanted to use that vase for flowers. (Imagine.) When we moved in (almost 9 years ago, gasp — neither of us have ever in our lives lived anywhere for 9 years) we found a set of cheap wine glasses and vintage-style (coupe) glasses in the kitchen cabinet and, for some reason, never got rid of them. So, a few years ago, I placed all the glasses in my mother’s 150-year-old tea table and filled the vintage-style glasses with the sea glass. They still look cheap. The sea glass looked much better in the vase. I may finally donate those glasses. Anyway, I decided to stop picking up sea glass until I find blue or yellow, both rare here.
I then began collecting delicate shells lined with mother of pearl (nacre). The other day, I found some unusually large specimens and brought them home. The shells fill a beautiful cut glass bowl San Geraldo received as a going away gift from University of California, San Diego. My most recent finds are sitting in a shallow bowl in my office for now.
Today’s photos are a collection of the treasures to be found along our shore. Don’t miss the contest at the end.
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AL VIVIR EN LA PLAYA, podría llenar nuestro apartamento con conchas marinas, cristales marinos, y piedras que se arrastran hasta la orilla. Hasta ahora he logrado controlar mis tendencias naturales.
Empecé primero coleccionando cristales de mar. Había llenado un florero de cristal con mis tesoros hasta que quise usar ese florero para flores. (Imagínese.) Cuando nos mudamos (hace casi 9 años; yo jadeo — ninguno de nosotros ha vivido en ninguna parte durante 9 años) encontramos un juego de copas de vino baratas y copas de estilo vintage (cupé) en un armorio de la cocina y, por alguna razón, nunca se deshizo de ellos. Entonces, hace unos años, coloqué todos los vasos en la mesa de té, de 150 años, que fue de mi madre, y llené los vasos de estilo vintage con el cristal de mar. Todavía se ven baratos. El cristal de mar se veía mucho mejor en el florero. Finalmente puedo donar esos vasos. De todos modos, decidí dejar de recoger cristales marinos hasta encontrar azules o amarillos, ambos raros aquí.
Luego comencé a coleccionar delicadas conchas forradas con nácar. El otro día, encontré algunos especímenes inusualmente grandes y los traje a casa. Las conchas llenan un hermoso tazón de vidrio tallado que San Geraldo recibió como regalo de despedida de la Universidad de California, San Diego. Mis tesoros más recientes están sentados en un recipiente poco profundo en mi oficina por ahora.
Las fotos de hoy son una recopilación de los tesoros que se encuentran a lo largo de nuestra costa. No te pierdas el concurso al final.
• Las más recientes.
• Una presentación muy poco elegante.
• Un Twizy. Una presencia habitual.
• ¡Brotes de Crocs creciendo en la playa! (Mistress Maddie estará muy emocionada, pero no en una buena manera).
• ¿Algunas ideas? Enviaré un recuerdo de Fuengirola a la persona que me dé la mejor respuesta.
Baby Huey’s lost bippy.
(Another one of my comments where you have to be of a certain age…)
Mary:
I remember Baby Huey. Do they have him in reruns now? Not a very kind portrayal nowadays for some many reasons.
Art. (There, I win!)
wickedhamster:
Yes, but is it?
Oh…..a ‘soothing post’!
we got hooked on collecting/finding/discovering sea glass. Had tons of it with some blue, and the occasional red or orange, but mostly green and amber. The ideal spot to search is at an old dump site near the ocean.
Jim:
I remember your unusual colors. Remember the time I found a brilliant yellow one only to drop it in the sand and lose it minutes later? No old dump sites along the beaches nearby!
The lost plug in The Hole in the Dike, a story about Hans Brinker comes to mind
Ron Troke:
Is THAT what Hans Brinker really used. And they said it was his thumb.
Ron:
And by the way, I think we’re both getting two Dutch stories mixed up. One about silver skates and one about a dyke!
Having never lived beside an ocean, sea glass fascinates me! I agree, all your sea glass would look much better displayed together in a large clear glass vase or bowl. The sea glass which I have came from a friend who lives on the Eastern Seaboard of the US.
Debra:
Sea glass can be magical. Maybe I´ll buy a cheap (but nice) glass vase to display my collection.
A pedal boat’s drain plug, probably from the Swan. And I love your pearlescent shell display in that beautiful glass bowl!
Tundra Bunny:
The crystal bowl is a perfect spot, but it’s reached its limit. Interesting drain plug!
wickedhamster has it right; “art” is the explanation for any mysterious assembly that appears to be intentional. I grew up near Hermosa Beach in CA, and have a lifelong appreciation for collected shells and sea glass. And rocks, which usually look better wet.
Chrissoup:
I was thinking if I collected the rocks, I might polish them. California is such a great place for sea glass. Have you been to Glass Beach? I never have, but would have loved it.
It seems there are several “glass beach” locations in California, but I haven’t visited them. We live only 15 miles from the ocean and both grew up walking distance from the beach, but don’t go there often.
Chrissoup:
I didn’t know there was more than one Glass Beach. The one I’m aware is near Fort Bragg, north of Mendocino. Wish I had seen it, but probably won’t be getting back that way any time soon.
Neptune’s butt plug. (Oh, my! Did I say that out loud?)
I love this!
Deedles:
Yes! So do I!
TexasTrailerParkTrash:
Well, I heart it all the way over here… and I hooted. Brilliant!!!
Everybody, sing- “Beach binky, beach binky over the sand!” I actually thought Poseidon’s Pacifier, but I like TTPT’s better.
I had no idea that stuff was called sea glass! I used to see it in people’s homes while growing up in San Diego. It was so pretty. My mother’s home accents consisted of discarded booze decanters filled with water colored with food dye.
I walk in my backyard. I bend down and pick up little doggy poops. It doesn’t have the same pizzazz.
Deedles:
Maybe Poseidon’s Pacifier does double duty. Ew. Ew. Ew! Grateful I haven’t recently come across doggy poop on the beach (this is the season for it). When we met, SG had decanters filled with colored vodka. A Russian thing apparently. (He has a degree in Russian Studies.)
Ew is right! Blergh! At least the vodka wasn’t tacky. By the way, Scoot, the pc term is ‘vodka of color’. VOC, if you will. Just a heads up 🙂
Deedles:
How un-pc of me! I’m ashamed. SG would put tea bags in vodka. Beautiful vodka of color. Anyway, I’ll remember to order correctly the next time I want black vodka (vodka negro… Oh, stop, it’s NAY-grow). THAT would be hilarious to try and explain here. Quiero VOC, por favor. Caramel vodka? VOC.
Seriously, I almost named my dog Perro Negro but that was too much of a mouthful. Cujo suits the little badass Maltese more. I do feel silly yelling “Cujo, in!” out the back door when he’s yapping his little fool brain off. Vodka of Color sounds a lot tastier than Water of Color. Not that I like vodka. You’re fun to play with, Scoot.
Deedles:
Our cat Moose’s real name is actually Musy. Shortening it to Moose is not a problem. I hate to think what the neighbors would think if they heard you yelling out to the backyard a shortened version of Perro Negro. I DO love the idea of calling your little angel Cujo! You are an absolute joy, Deedles!
Feeling’s mutual, Scoot! I think any neighbors hearing me would look in askance, considering Cujo is white 🙂 I’m quirky that way. Probably would’ve shortened it to Pene (paynay). Cujo suits his personality, though.
Deedles:
I assume you know what “pene” means in Spanish. THAT definitely would have made the neighbors wonder. Here, pene, do you want your treat?
I know! Heh. Well, the little sucker can be a real dick. He doesn’t fit the personality description of a Maltese at all.
Baby Tetherball (using live babies.)
Sassybear:
This is hilarious… And extremely disturbing!
I vote for Sassy Bear’s idea.
Your sea glass is lovely and will even more beautiful in some different vases or bowls. Sea glass here is fresh, as in jagged. I pick it up only to save my feet from getting sliced open. Sigh.
Wilma:
Sassybear’s idea is very funny, but also a bit twisted! I now worry about you two.
I can’t possibly do better than TTPT!
Sea glass makes everything look classy. 🙂
Steve:
It’s fascinating how some days the beach is filled with sea glass and other days almost nonexistent. My last walk I didn’t see much. I do love it. I had a friend who thought it was some kind of naturally occurring sea thing. He was so disappointed when I told him what it actually was.
Every comment is FABULOUS !
All based on your wonderful post today/
I have many collections in small to large glass dishes so I don’t mind the glasses filled with sea glass. Now at least they are displayed to remind you to find the right dish. I like sea glass but it is broken bottles right ? ? ? ?
cheers !
Parsnip:
I’ll bet your glasses are much nicer than these, which don’t even have that glass sparkle. What you’ve shared of your collections have been beautifully displayed. Yep, sea glass is actually broken bottles pounded smooth by the sea. Google Glass Beach in California. Amazing.
I am more intrigued by the sea glass than the shells, thou I do think you need a vase for them again.
Crocs. Good god man, have you no shame! Maddie’s eyes will burst!
Bob:
I went shopping yesterday and thought of Maddie. Wait until he sees (tomorrow) what I bought! Yeah, the sea glass is a wonder to me. I think I’ll go buy a decent-looking glass vase today.
It was the ocean on the other side of the planet, I’d say it was a PACIFIER (get it?), but it’s not.
Kirk:
I get it. As opposed to an Atlantifier. Very clever.
It took me a minute to recover from seeing this. No surprise someone left that shite on the beach!!!!! But on the beach?!?!?! It deserves to be with the best of garbage…in the garbage! Or the closet incinerator.
But the shells in that glass bowl look amazing!!!!!!!
Mistress Borghese:
Don’t miss my blog Friday. You’ll scream. The glass bowl is stunning even empty, and a perfect place for the shells.
Did you ever venture up to Glass Beach on the north coast when you lived in SF? A whole beach of sea glass.
As for the pacifier… I got nuttin’.
Walt the Fourth:
I wish I had gotten to Glass Beach. I’ve seen photos and it’s a wonder — despite the fact that it’s a result of the old nearby dump. I had nuttin’ when it came to the pacifier, which is why I put it out there. It’s simply peculiar.
It looks like someone is trying to lure a Trump out of the sea, talk about fishing for a whale.
David:
Ew, what a thought. Throw it back immediately.
On last night’s show, Stephen Colbert referred to the orange ass-monkey as “Girth, Wind and Liar”, LOL!
And “Neptune’s butt plug” is clearly the best guess for the mystery objet d’art — what does TTPT win?
Tundra Bunny:
Girth, Wind and Liar. Stephen Colbert is one of my heroes. Contest announcement to come today (as if you don’t already know)… and I have some shopping to do!
I would pay a lot of money for that so-called tacky display. I love glass like that. I would be on your beach gathering as much as I could.
Urspo:
The sea glass wasn’t presented well in those tacky glasses, so I changed it yesterday.