I Heart Collecting Hearts!

"Collecting is, of course, for most collectors just a reasonably absorbing and largely harmless pastime, looked upon by an uncomprehending world as a kind of gentle madness."

 - Stephen Calloway

I am a collector. I collect many things; beads, craft supplies (I haven't met one I didn't like), crafts (I'm a Jack of all trades, master of none) to name a few. My most favorite pastime is walking the beach, camera (and special stick - more on that another time) in hand searching for treasures. It doesn't matter if it's hot, cold, raining or snowing - I love the beach! I collect while I'm walking; sea glass, white rocks, shells, sand dollars. My FAVORITE treasures to collect are heart shapes.

I have lots of rocks,

 sea glass,

 shells (this one is a mussel shell),

(more sea glass),

and photos of items from nature that tickle my fancy;

rosa rugosa petal,

seaweed,

found on a walk at Crescent Beach State Park.

"It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye."

- Antoine de Saint-Exupery

They make my heart sing. What makes your sing?

You Might Be A Seaglunker…..

If you always have sand under the nails of your index finger and your thumb, you might be a seaglunker.

If your fingertips always taste like saltwater, you might be a seaglunker.

If you work full-time and wish that every major coastal storm hit on a Friday so you could be first to the beach on Saturday to collect, you might be a seaglunker.

If your eye catches the glint of cobalt blue, then you suck your breath in, do a silent scream, and do a five year old's happy dance when you uncover that perfectly tumbled piece, you might be a seaglunker.

If your dining room table perpetually looks like this:

or this, you might be a seaglunker:

If you say to your husband, "I'm going to the beach for an hour" and he rolls his eyes because he knows you'll be gone for four, you might be a seaglunker.

If you tell yourself you're only going to search the beach for an hour, but are there for four because you might miss that "perfect piece", you might be a seaglunker.

If your best friend tells you to step away from your addiction and go back to your car, you might be a seaglunker.

If you willingly plow through knee deep snow to get to said beach after said storm to be the first to collect, you might be a New England seaglunker.

If the hems of your jeans are perpetually wet because there was a "wicked good piece" that you had to wade into the 35 degree ocean to retrieve, you might be a New England seaglunker.

If your face is red and you're not sure if it's sunburn or windburn (or most likely both) because you've been out collecting on a 10 degree day, you might be a New England seaglunker.

If you consider 30 degrees and a slight wind to be balmy weather that doesn't require a hat or gloves, you might be a New England seaglunker.