New local etsy love is up in the righthand column, and because I have a nearly pathological love of seaside kitsch, I draw your attention to the ring. The fabulous ring!
True story: during our summers in Maine, from roughly the ages of six to nine, I used to sell seashells for a nickel apiece to the daytrippers who came on the ferry from the nearby harbor. I'd earnestly tell them that yes, there was a whole cove of shells behind me and my bucket, but those were the ones I'd left behind. For a reason. I made out like a bandit.
Also, while all of this week's items are fantastic, only one could be used to threaten eyegouging. Again, the ring.
Thank you for supporting local artisans!