I try not to keep too many sea shells. I think they belong to the sea. But every so often on a warm day in the winter when the tide is low, I find a few that have been left behind for me and bring them home for a while. They sit on window sills and dressers in our house until they cry for the sea again. Then I return them to their rightful home. This weekend while my sisters were building snowmen on the East Coast (or rather, beer pong tables out of snow drifts), the sun was hanging out over on the West Coast. I'm not bragging. Honestly, I kind of wanted to be building a snowman (or a snow beer pong table) this weekend, but it wasn't in the cards, so I went searching for sea shells instead (I know you feel so bad for me). Scott came too and shot some of these pictures of me wearing this dress from Lulus. The thing I like most about the dress is how it has unexpected bright colors intertwined with earth tones; that's what I like about sea shells too.