Back in the day when my parents lived in California we went to the beach a lot while I visited them. During those trips I collected a goodly amount of shells, most of which ended up being pretty boring once I got home and they dried out. There was a pretty big pile of them that stayed pretty cool though. Steve found a bag full of them while cleaning last week and we decided it was probably time they get displayed somewhere. So now they're a centerpiece on our table.