Rearranging some closets, I came across a large box of shell necklaces I’ve had since the early 1960s, a gift my father brought back from a many-month sailing sabbatical he took through and around Nevis and St. Kitts.
Bonus: I’ve posted a photo here from that trip, my dad’s sailboat. Darn if I can find it. I’ve searched through thousands of photos, searched by tag sailing and travel, only to come up empty. Anyone with nothing to do today is welcome to search for me. No prize, other than a hearty thanks from me. Gyp, I know.
Back to the shells, I have no idea if they were made for the tourist trade and my father bought necklaces made by machine with shells that were shipped in from China, but I gotta say they are really pretty and look hand-strung to me.
One has come apart but overall, considering how poorly I’ve stored the necklaces, in a box, rather jumbled, it’s surprising they aren’t all broken.
Over the years, I thought about bringing one or two on vacation but paused, fearing I’d be stopped at customs, asking for a receipt or pay a customs fee. Again, I have no idea of they have any value and I haven’t a clue who specializes in such things to tell me if they should be preserved in any special way. I only know Dad came home with this giant box in about 1964 and said local women made them.