Beachcombing

I live in Southern New England where we have miles and miles of beaches. But the only beach I will go to, to actually go in the water is in Naples Florida. I hate going into cold water. I have an above ground heated pool and my sister has a built in heated pool. Most of my family loves the warm water. In this part of the country it also extends the swimming season, which isn't very long.
When I get the awesome chance to go to my favorite beach, or any beach I feel the need to beach comb. Yes, I'm addicted to beachcombing. I'm always looking for the perfect shell or the unexpected piece of sea glass. My artistic side keeps telling me " Hey pick that up, you could make an awesome necklace with that shell" or " Hey I have to make something with that its so pretty". Well one day I was walking on the beach and I saw how many perfect pure white shells were around me. I thought that would make a perfect little canvas for the ocean that was before me. So I collected some and tried to paint a tropical scene. I say tried because I'm not a painter. I'm more of a crafter. So first I tried acrylics. (Dried up too fast). Then the wonderful world of time consuming oils. (Everything took 2 weeks to dry). Well I did stick with oils for there great blendability. So what if my creations took 2 weeks to dry. Somehow I had an eye for the tropical scene I tried to create, and my mini visual vacations were born. I don't really want to make anymore. Making them ironically stresses me out. So I'm left with these shells. I tried to sell them in my shop, but took them out because that's not what my shop is all about and they didn't have much page views. I'm not sure if I should put them back in my shop. For now they'll sit in there little egg crate waiting to be someones little visual vacation. (But not today) :)