Shells, Shells and Shells
Last year was the first year that we had our touring caravan, and had many weekends away.
Heading to the beach and letting the kids just be free, finding places for them to run around, places to walk the dogs, and just forget all of lives usual boring stressful stuff.
And we spent most of the weekends at a campsite, not very far away, but far enough to be on the other side of the world, and near a beach.
Every time we went to a beach last year we collected some shells.
Not a lot but a couple for each of the boys.
By the end of the year, we had lots of shells, a whole bag full, that we didn’t really have any plans for.
So we got them out, washed them, dried them, and the boys painted them.
Each and every one of them.
I then brought some clay and made a massive heart and we put all the shells into the clay heart and once it was dry, I hot glued it to a box frame and over the Christmas holiday Mr L hung it in our hallway as a feature picture.
It is a great picture that is full of memories from last year and our first year of having the caravan and the boys starting all of their new adventures.
It is a great way to remember what we did last year, and the colours match the pink in the hallway perfectly.
And it was made by the boys, which makes it even more special.