Tide Pool Treasures

I’ve never been one for summer. The heat, the brightness, the forced slowness—it makes me long for a cool shadow and a quiet drawer to sort through. But as a Cancer, I am a creature of the coast. The sea calls in its quieter forms: tide pools, driftwood, scalloped shells half-buried in sand. Not the high tide or the sunburnt beaches, but the stillness at the edges where small treasures gather unnoticed.

 

This little collection is a love letter to that part of summer, the hidden part. Golden shells, sea-glass charms, baroque pearls, a petite seahorse. The kinds of pieces you might find tucked into the palm of a child, or inside a jewelry box long forgotten. 

 

Arranged in the drawers of an old wooden printer’s tray, these pieces feel like pages from a shell-strewn diary. A kind of wearable tide pool, glimmering with quiet magic.

Summer may not be mine, but the sea always is.