‘I like your St. John shrine’ quipped my sister last summer when I sent her a picture of the candle plate I’d assembled from beach finds during our trip to her time share.
Now it’s the St. John Urn. I cleaned out the Yankee Candle jar that contained the smell of a Christmas tree we acquired last year to enhance the artificial one to which we switched. I sat a taller votive candle holder in the center, poured the sand around the edges then added the bits of washed up on the beach coral, beach glass and shells.
Why yes I am procrastinating this morning instead of clearing out the living room so we can begin painting.