My new assistant at work, Ashley, went home over the holiday weekend. Her mom, whom I've never met (even though Tim, their son, used to be my assistant years and years ago, so I sorta go back a ways with the family) knows that I like shells. Ashley showed up at work on Tuesday with this gift to me from her mom. Shells that she's had forever and thought I might like. Of course . . . I love them. Not only are they beautiful, but the simple gesture of thinking of me is what makes them treasures. Thank you, Phyllis. And I love that she gave them to me in the box that she had been keeping them in, complete with a label "seashells."
P.S. Got an email from Phyllis a day after I did this post. She said to give her husband some credit for the gift since the shells are ones that he has collected since he was a kid. Even more special!
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5 comments:
How beautiful! Like buried treasure. Isnt it wonderful to know someones been thinking of you?
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DarLy*~
Just make sure Gideon doesn't get a hold of them! :)
Sweet shells for a sweet person. They are all so unique too.
Gretchen
I almost forgot...about your question of my camera
the one I use for blog photos is an Olympus FE 190 which is a pretty simple digital camera but I have a rather expensive Adobe photo shop which I use for various effects and color boosting. Im 48 years old and from the Dark Room Ages where it took hours to alter a photo and dozens of special lens to get the results I have now with my photoshop. Hope that helps...
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DarLy*~
hi Dawn
well what a lovely present, aren't some people just so thoughtful, there is a lot of good in the world, a beautiful collection of shells, and a nice box too!
I'm pleased to see you are enjoying your screen, I haven't even touched mine but everytime I walk past I think hmmm, I wonder how it's going at the Gahan Girls, a big project...can't wait to see the finished thing
hope you are enjoy the weekend, it's Saturday evening in Australia and it's been lashing with rain for over 24 hours!
Sarah
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