concept to thing

June 3rd, 2016 § 2 comments § permalink

Sea life is a challenge for me for many reasons but mostly because I go down the rabbit hole on details, which is oftentimes a “barrier to implementation”, to put it mildly.

I spent an absurdly long time cutting and stacking rags today:


I made a zoning code for boat storage:


Then there was the chore wheel of course:


And the cat recovery campaign:


And whatever was happening here:


But yet I still find it an insurmountable task, for some reason, to hang up our curtains. Four curtains. Pulling the trigger on installing any tangible thing brings a new species of anxiety and self doubt. Over curtains.

It is my home but it still feels like a monster. A monster that just spits out lists of jobs I am not particularly good at. Nothing in my current comfort zone will slay this guy. I have to start drilling holes in things and hope for the best.


January 13th, 2016 § 4 comments § permalink

I’m just going to leave this right here:


The Exorcist (Google Image Search on Photoshop)

Over the holidays, my parents brought down my Grandpap’s massive SW radio that we have had in storage since his death in 2002. It has been really great to tinker with and also to be “visited” by my most tinkery ancestor. Even if it is a spooky thought, I often hope my Grandpap is looking on as we stumble through (especially the technical aspects) of the boat rebuild. He was an organized dude.

I tell you that to tell you this. I have set the SW to turn on at 6:30am, with soft public radio sounds to ease us into the day. This morning, we awoke to an interview about the recent federal ban on microbeads in bath products, and the larger problems related to plastic plankton. It is rare, but sometimes media places information in my way that I am actually interested in.

The Trump Show has been the dominant feature for me online and in the news…he sticks in my brain-baleen, he gums up the works, fouls the nets. Like so many jelly blobs before him, humanity is faced with the challenge of responding to a nuisance bloom.

chic shell sale

January 5th, 2016 § 0 comments § permalink

Getting married means, among other things, you have some new rings to keep track of. What it means for me personally is that I spend approximately half of my time in a light panic that I have lost my wedding bands, and the other half worrying about them getting schmutzy with marine paint.

rangsEnter the Oyster Roast Ring Dish, a Georgia coast handicraft by Plankton Every Day. The shells are sustainably harvested by my dear husband, who schucks (and eats) each oyster by hand, passing it over to me to be cured and transformed into a 24 carat gold ring dish.

Save your rings from solvents and grit, while adorning your boudoir with this elevated sea treasure. Each one is unique and gold content (ie. pricing) varies by piece. See current inventory over in the shop!

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