Last weekend we went "down the shore"--which is a Philly way of saying we went to see the ocean via the boardwalk. It's fun, festive, and a little too much. I loved it! The shells were mostly in bits by the time they reached the beach, but I found a small handful of small, smooth white stones on one of our morning strolls. They sounded quite nice jingling in my pocket on the walk home. They've found a home in one of Cindy's beautiful china dishes on my very messy work desk!