I collect seaglass.
Not the kind that comes in a giant bag from Pottery Barn.
I pick it up piece by piece whenever I visit the beach near our house. I scan the sand beneath my strides, my eyes constantly peeled for that little sparkling reflection of glass amongst the rocks.
I stick it in my pocket until we return home. Then I toss it in a jar by our front door.
They add up quickly, don’t they?
This is one of my favorite collections.
When I was little I collected all kinds of things. Barbies, rocks, Pez holders, beads, stickers, pogs.
I didn’t accumulate these pieces in the mall. I found them all while walking on the beach with friends or family. Some of them are from my Mom, some are from my husband. Some I found while running on the beach and others I found while soaking in the sun.
Every piece is a memory of sand between my toes, distant sailboats, long beach chats with my husband or watching stormy clouds roll in.
I have found blue, green, white, purple, brown, pink and even “seapottery”.
The whites are my favorite.
I like this collection because it can keep going and going and going.
Sometimes I fill up a bottle and give it as a gift.
Somehow I don’t think a collection that was bought could be just as meaningful.