Seashell Wind Chimes

Last summer on one beach trip I deliberately collected shells with holes in them. I wanted shells I could crochet into a chain to make seashell wind chimes.

I made one last summer, hung it on my front stoop (because this house does NOT have a porch), and it grew on me. At first I was nonplussed with the effect, but now I like it.
So tonight I pulled out the other two sets of shells that I'd organized months ago, and I laid them out to peruse their possibilities.

This group of shells is mostly gray. I chose a dark yarn with metallic material running through it -- kind of purple and gray and maroon.

I made one and hung it up to study it. For some reason it reminds me strongly of the witches in Macbeth.

You must admit, it's rather odd. But since mine grew on me, I figure somebody else out there will be strange enough to like this and buy it at the market. If it hangs there week after week ... eventually it'll sell. I've found this to be true. The unusual things sell. The blah things? Not always.

I had another set of shells that are lighter in color, more beige. So I chose a silver yarn that sparkles. It turned out rather pretty.

So I'll take them to the market tomorrow, hang them gingerly from my tent, and let their light clacking sound attract their future owners.