Shell Sistahs

If you love the beach and all that that implies please visit some of my Shell Sistahs that each put their own unique spin on all things beachy & coastal from their neck of the woods.

Becky from Abbey Style Home brought her family to Manasota Key for some shark's tooth hunting. Beautiful lady - wonderful family.  Her blog is a serene spot to take a deep breath & relax for a minute.  She always has lovely pictures &  thoughts to enjoy.

Kim from Snug Harbor Bay lives in the Chicago area but her toes are always sandy & her heart is on the beach.  She is the queen of all things outdoors especially geocaching. (I am 5'10 - Kim is on the left)





I helped Gail of Shedding The Wolf blog check "finding shark's teeth" off her bucket list.  Sanibel & shelling are her  passion.  She visits as often as possible from her home base in Michigan.  Her blog is an insightful look into life's journey & reinventing yourself with a healthy dose of resilience added in.




Shell brothas do exist.  Capt. Brian is a coastal renaissance man.  His blog  Capt. Brian's Observations On The Water is full of stunning pictures & delightful narration of his shelling guide trips to Cayo Costa State Park & the Pine Island Sound area.




Rhonda aka Shellbelle will teach you something interesting every time you visit her blog. You'll see beaches and shells from all over Florida but she lives in the Tampa Bay area.
















Pam from i Love Shelling will take you on a virtual shelling excursion to Sanibel & Captiva Island  every time you visit her blog. 





Debbie from Love of the Sea is from the South Florida area.  She shows you how to spice up your decorating using all things coastal and beachy. She will inspire you to create with her decorating tutorials.


The Sweet Spot November 2010 - (l-r) Debbie, Pam, Karen, & Rhonda

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