This is a basket full of all of the sea shells I found with my family growing up. I remember playing on the beach, getting all wet, finding shells, begging to keep the shells, having my dad brush off the sand on my feet with my socks, and plopping my new treasures in this basket. mmmmm. good times. I’m letting the shells go and making way to find and keep new ones. and I am happy to be able to refer back to them in this here Tchotchke Emporium.