She doesn’t know I’m thinking about this, but there’s one very good thing about a friend + co-worker relocating to San Francisco later this month: I’m going to have a direct supplier for starfish and sea shells, and a dependable one at that. I visited the city last fall, and in addition to doing work-related-conference stuff, I made my way to Fisherman’s Wharf, where I ate ice cream, cruised under the Golden Gate and also scooped up 3 perfectly dainty starfish.
I know I wrote on Wednesday about the beach glass and mentioned that I don’t want to see my house transform into a beach house, but then I got to thinking that I go against that mindset, sort-of, by having this obsession with the darling starfish which are perched happily around my house.
They weren’t from an overpriced boutique on Pier 39, but from a little shop off the beaten path for 50-cents to $1 each. EACH! I would have bought more if I could have fit more in my luggage (and actually, they ended up being carefully tucked into my carry-on along with this poster, out of paralyzing fear of having a TSA employee ransack and possibly destroy my fragile goodies).
Aren’t they pretty? I love the detail. Varied shapes, sizes, colors, and so, so… lean-able. I move them around the same way I move around other decor, so while they’re stationed in the bathroom and bedroom right now (you can see them on the mirror in this post), they make their way around the house, occasionally landing on the mantle, shelves, and windowsills.
I even have a decor-related crafty project in mind when I track down the right materials. Yes, that’s right, I said I was going to be crafty; I’m certain you’ll like it. Check back for more on that.