There has always been something special about finding a shell. Maybe it's because the ocean never gives them away easily. They arrive quietly, carried by the tide, shaped by storms, softened by saltwater, and left waiting on the shore for someone to notice them. I don't think I've ever picked up a shell without wondering where it had been before it found me. That's one of the reasons I love creating seashell jewelry. Every piece begins with something that already has a story.