She Sells Seashells

When B and I were in Sarasota, FL last week visiting his sweet grandparents, we spent a couple hours at St. Armands Square on Long Boat Key. Now neither of us are huge shoppers. Correction, I'm not a huge shopper when B's in tow, I like to shop alone or with my mom. But we thought it would be fun to explore a bit.

We stumbled upon the Fanta Sea Home store and I was in love. It's no secret that I think that my house is actually located on Cape Cod or a lake in Maine rather than in land locked Colorado. White furniture, slipcovers, beadboard, L.L. Bean, Casco...I should have been born on the East Coast. This store was a little piece of heaven to me. Even walking into their store with white wainscoating and pale gray/blue water colored walls I was ready to camp out on the hardwood floor for the rest of my life. Their website doesn't do the store justice, but here's a taste.

In my next life, when I own a house on the Cape, I'll have you all over for lobster and crab legs and serve them on these melmac type plates by the water. Mmmkay?

And then in the morning you can eat your Cheerios and Fruit Loops from the matching ceramic bowls. I know, I'm nothing if not gourmet:

This is a flip flop for your wine glass. Campy? Yes. Unnecessary? Yes. Something I'd actually buy? No. But I loved looking at them.
This looks like something my mom had on my bed when I was a little girl:There were such wonderful things in the store that the website doesn't even touch. It was lovely. We didn't buy anything. Instead we bought Casco a collar at a dog store down the road. We should rethink our priorities. Then again, we don't exactly live on the beach. So maybe it's for the best.