Sea shells and book page letters from seven centuries of love, this wreath beckons a fair ocean breeze. Created by myself, "Dore Callaway" These natural wonders, strewn along beaches like jewels from the sea along with rolled book pages from seven centuries of love, these pages promising eternal devotion are in good company mixed with the sea and the love of it.
I am inspired by many of you dear friends, one of them being an INSPIRING blog site
"Jujubes Coastal Cottage Life"... http://jujubescoastal.blogspot.com
Visit "Marlene's" inspired beach trail and the view of her ocean...
Marlene lives in a beautiful small rural California coastal town with rolling green hills full of pine and oak trees, best of all her ocean...what else is there.
All the shells are attached to twigs on a grapevine wreath, the rolled book pages are tied and tucked in clusters with cotton string underneath the white shells, leaving you feeling as if they were washed up onto the beach in a magical way. A paper bird created by me, then printed on paper that has been glued to a thin heavy duty cardboard adding a small pin hole on the top side of it's back enables it to pin to a tattered strip of aged white cotton fabric that has been woven through the twigs and shells, this way the paper bird will endure handling.
The tattered trim was created by tearing strips of fabric from an old cotton ruffled blouse then woven into the wreath, also by adding the small crocheted threads this was the perfect touch to simulating seaweed washed ashore. A great touch was the braided string that tied to the back side by making a tied loop to hang your wreath, This keeps it all natural, recycled from the land and sea.
My daughter Hannah and her girl friend Elizabeth, while they were working on their senior portfolio I was finishing up on the details of this wreath, Elizabeth then commented with such passion that the wreath was spiritual and had meaning...I loved that the wreath gave her an aww!! moment and I just wanted her to know her comment was worth mentioning.
"It's not what you look at that matters, it's what you see."
I hope you have a few shells in your pocket from your long walk on the beach...
The sea shells and book page love letters wreath is now hanging off an old weathered rusted white iron gate in my shop, waiting for someone to take it on it's next journey.
