We come from a long line of beachcombers.

I like to think that when this place was my grandmother’s, that she spent some time adding to these glass jars sitting on her dining room table.

perfectly imperfect

The kids and I are filling up the jars bit by bit, and each time we hit the sand, their little eyes start searching.

Some things are so simple and so enjoyable.

perfectly imperfect

I’m a bit under the weather today, but I’ve been editing pics of the condo and the bathroom makeover, so I’ll be back tomorrow with a reveal post, sore throat permitting.

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