She sees seashells and shelves near the seashore

That “sometimes he’s here, sometimes he’s not” tugboat captain of mine is leaving again in a couple of days.

I’m working hard on a meal for tonight that recreates the lovely Nepalese and Indian food we had in Berkeley.

I’m making Lentil Daal, Curried Rice, Naan Bread, and Raita, a delicious yogurt-based dipping sauce.

I’ll document it all for tomorrow’s post.

In the meantime, I took photos of a few new shelves hubs so kindly made for me to display my ever increasing hoard of shells, his craft of marlinspike seamanship, and my small but growing collection of mudmen from China, and fans.

Yes, those really are seashells covering the screws in the lower part of the shelf.
Seashells can be so very useful, can’t they? Useful and beautiful.

mudmen collection

blackbottleonshelf vaseonshelf fan on shelf fan2

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27 thoughts on “She sees seashells and shelves near the seashore

    • I know, right? It takes a real left brain right brain artsy fartsy type to get some seashells and–using my very own fingers–place them on a piece of wood. I’m an “artiste”. HAH! Hubs is the creative one, or else he stays in the garage to get away from (me) the seashells encrusted house (me) Pretty much every square inch is covered with a fews shells, or a rock, or a piece of driftwood.

      On Tue, Apr 2, 2013 at 3:06 PM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo

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      • Look you get off your butt and do constructive imaginative stuff– that is pretty cool in my book.

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      • I do humbly thank you. Some people have made fun of me (like my neighbors) who see my love for seashells and other things I love to collect (husbands, ha ha, no not funny) as something a child would do, not a grown up. I’m a little defensive cos they are sooo mean to me, and even try and bring other people over to point out my “creations” and laugh at them. No, they are not nice people and I try to avoid them as much as possible. My hubs understands and appreciates my “creativity”, and I appreciate your comment very much–I’m just not used to it.

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      • Well to hell with them. I’m always in awe of people doing stuff. You both are using your minds and are happy. That’s is way cooler than being vegetables.

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      • Thank you. I’ve gotten much better at deflecting their nasty comments than I used to be. Now I see them for the miserable people they are. One day she even told me to get a divorce cos my hubs is gone so much. She wasn’t joking. I was mowing the lawn at the time, couldn’t get away from her, it was pretty tough not to kick her in her fat head, but I restrained myself. You bloggy friends are much nicer humans than that.

        On Tue, Apr 2, 2013 at 3:34 PM, Enchanted Seashells…Confessions of a Tugbo

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  1. I also enjoy your creativity and love your collection and the shelves. They look great. I was thinking of you earlier as I am in the process of putting a post together and part of it is seashells. Going to post it later tonight. Never dried Indian food but do love to experiment. Bet it’s good!

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  2. I love Indian food too, but I never have a sufficient number of spices. Somehow there must not be a lot of minimalist Indian Food Chefs out there. What has garlic salt and curry? I can cover that. Oh, and cinnamon. 🙂 That’s the grand tour of my pantry. (I think because I always expect I’m ready to split town…)

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  3. I also have mudmen! Mine are not painted though, just raw. I have a group of 2 around a chess table & a group of 3 smoking & talking. I’ll have to take a pic & post it someday!

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