Yes that is where I am going - back to my roots of some sort. It all started with my Dad. Well actually you could go back further than that, but I will stick with immediate family. My Dad was or should I say is an oyster fisherman. I think once one always one. He would fish oysters as a young boy and worked on one of the first oyster boats in Plaquemine's Parish. Her name was the Oyster Queen. He has gone back to this trade several times in his adult life and occasionally fishes.
Like I said I was going back to my roots. I myself am not an oyster fisherman. I am not a fan of oysters at all. I don't eat them. I detest the slimy little critters, but that is my personal choice. Which brings me to the present. I saw Lisa at Nest Interiors a couple of weeks ago and she suggested ornaments from oyster shells, well you know me. My Dad told me he had buckets of oyster shells at his house. Yes you know what happened next. They ended up at my house, well let's just say one bucket did. So I bleached and dried them. Next came the varnish and paint. This is what I came up with. I don't think it is too shabby for repurposing a shell.