She sells seashells by the seashore.
So if she sells shells on the seashore,
I'm sure she sells seashore shells.
How would she of dressed to go to the beach to collect shells??
Wide brim sun hat with ties to keep it on during those slight gust of wind...cheeks touched with the dampness and chilled breeze off the water...
With hair in braids to keep it tamed and of course a good basket...
Capri pants to stay dry in the crash of waves...shoes that can be easily removed in case you need to wade into the water for that one special shell...
Body of Chinese silk with hand-sculpted head of DAS clay. Hand-painted eyes. Hair of Tussa silk. Garments of eyelet and silk. Handmade hat with silk ribbon tie. White shells from beach of northern Mexico.
I love how things in this world are connected. I have found this to be very true of so many things especially within my art...at least once a week I find some sort of
: something that joins or connects two or more things
Here is what I found- I love that she was a woman!
The real Seashell Collector...Mary Anning.
The tongue twister, "She sells seashells by the seashore," is based on a song written by Terry Sullivan. It's thought the song is about a real seashell seller named Mary Anning (1799 – 1847).
Mary Anning was more than a seashell seller. She collected fossils and contributed important information about prehistoric life to the scientific community. She meagerly supported herself selling fossils to geologists and to tourists. The time was not geared for woman and many male scientist took create for her findings, but she went were her heart took her.
Mary’s famous finds, her 1823 unearthing of the first plesiosaur (also not a dinosaur). She won the Triple Crown of science awesomeness in 1828 when she discovered the first pterosaur, which is also not a dinosaur. Here’s her original letter describing the 1823 plesiosaur find (via Wikipedia)...