Day 44: Sea Lace

Our housebus is parked on the edge of a wonderful marine reserve at the moment, on Wellington’s south coast. The rock pools look like aquariums filled with all the most amazing specimens, and the beach is strewn with paua shells, cat’s eyes, kina shells and more. I’ve I’ve been drawn to the wonderful sea-weedy things lying around. I have no idea what they are, but the dusky purples, pale pinks, rusty creams and bright whites together remind me of a box of my Granny’s hand-knotted vintage lace.