"Do you know a cure for me?"
"Why yes," he said, "I know a cure for everything. Salt Water."
"Salt water?" I asked him.
"Yes," he said
"in one way or the other. Sweat, or tears, or the salt sea."
"I know of a cure for everything: salt water..."
Karen Blixen 'Out Of Africa'
Even in the wintry cold of November, the sea is everything to me. We just spent a week on water's edge at the bird sanctuary, breathing in cold misty air. We traveled in our new white Jeep Wrangler- safari style. I set up a lovely white washed camp with folding canvas chairs, tiny table, a wicker chair, white vintage lantern, white table cloth with ruffled hem, driftwood, and simple white pottery tea cups. I had my November 2007 issue of Romantic Homes for inspiration and the words of Karen Blixen's Out Of Africa novel. The peaceful ebb and flow of the changing tide at the sanctuary was a retreat for the soul. I have returned refreshed...slowly easing back into the daily routine of home life. The Winter garden needed tending, laundry needed a go, and my clean art studio waited for holiday creating. I have given my Seawashed Shop a refresh and am adding new items for the Christmas season. These Rosaries are new...hand-made of wood beads with a metal Benedictine Cross by Catholic monks. I hand-paint them in many layers to create an ocean worn patina. They are large at nearly 70 inches and come in white or pacific grey. I will be using them in my own home for Winter decorating along with shells and driftwood washed by the grey sea of our Northern Coast.
washed by the salt sea
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