These 2 pieces are my newest seashell shadowbox designs,perfect as a feature to turn any house into a beach house
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-Come to Eumundi markets to view the current range, or
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Email- jackie@thenautilass.com.au
Face to Face - Every Wednesday and Saturday at the Eumundi Markets,
Qld Australia (just 15 minutes from Noosa)
- Every Sunday at Southbank Markets, Brisbane
Growing up on the beaches of
Sydney, with a
mum named Shelly and 5 very creative sisters,
it was inevitable that Jackie's enthusiasm for seashells and her artistic side
would one day merge, and thus The Nauti Lass was born.
With a diploma in Gemmology and a seashell permit from the Department Of Primary Industries and Fisheries, all that is natural; sea shells, driftwood, seed pods, fossils and gemstones
have always been Jackie's passion.
Each unique artwork captures the beauty of natural sea shells found locally and overseas to bring you the best and most varied selection available.
With a huge range of designs to choose from, you'll be sure to find the perfect piece to transform any home into a relaxing beach house.
Hi and welcome to the Nauti Lass, where you can now have a piece of Australia's Sunshine Coast in your home.
Looking for the perfect gift for any occasion or just feel like spoiling yourself?
Now you can enjoy individually handcrafted seashell artworks by local
Sunshine Coast artist Jackie Parkinson.
Based on a theme of natural sea shells, each piece of art is specially designed for lovers of sea shells, the beach, the sun and the relaxed feeling they offer. Each design is based on colour, symmetry, shape, texture, tone and captures the natural beauty of the beach.
So with your feet in the sand, the sound of the ocean in your ears and the tropical sun warming your skin, relax and enjoy what The Nauti Lass has to offer.
Ever since
she was a nipper Shelley cod not kelp herself – she was a nautilass She wanted
to mari Timo, but was crabby and evinrude to his mother, it was hard to sea
past such a great barrier.
Even her friend Coral thought she was shallow and full abalone. To be pacific,
she was always making wrasse decisions and never thinking a boat the
conch-equences.
Next was Gill. He only got to groper because she always said she had a haddock and only wanted to cuttle fish. Gill had a sinking feeling that the relationship would flounder, and he soon got cast off when she left him for Mako, anemone of Gill's who later a salted and battered him.
After a long line of titanic disasters, Shelley felt she had no porpoise in life. She piked out and became a hermit, went right into her shell and spent long nights surfing the net for prawnography. She wasted most of the fishcal year smoking salmon, reefers and getting tanked.
Her friends Moll, Su and Dick came to the rescue. Su, Shi was an old school chum of Shelley's, married to Dick for years. They met in the school band, Dick on bass tuna and Su on double bass. They were in larva and spent most of the time at their plaice practicing their scales.
Dick offered Shelley a pearl of wisdom – "don't come the raw prawn, you've flipped out, stop being so shellfish, go to the school reunion, you'll have a whale of a time, there are plenty more fish in the sea."
Shelley thought she should
mullet over for a while. She waved and said "Tartare," and the next
day she felt much batter and was back in the swim.
Moby Dick was right! Shelley decided to go just for the halibut. Besides, Barra
cuda been going. With Barra, Mundi was his day off.
She got decked out with Rod's help. Rod the tailor, who was a little hard of herring was urchin to go out with Moll for years. Finally Moll usced him out after she broke up with Al, a weedy looking drummer who liked to skate. "What's the John Dory?" Shelley pondered, "Why would Moll dump Al….was Al gae?" Shelley fathomed it out, Al was not the full squid after the ten tackles wiped him out in a game of league. He was a completely different kettle of fish.
Shelley went to the
reunion wearing her leather jacket, pearls, a hat with a wide bream,
fishnets and smelling like Channel no.5. She met the catch of the day Ray.
"Can I sea cucumber in your pocket or are you just pleased to sea
me?" she asked. She warmed the cockles of his heart with her smile
and it was a shark to her system to feel so swell. Was this the reel thing? She
was falling hook, line and sinker.
They dined out on scallopini, wormicelli and linguini, drank a great white from
a blue bottle, and had flake and currents for dessert . She was so beautiful
that anyone would snapper up in a second, but Ray wanted to kipper forever. She
was his gull and he was her buoy. Ray felt moor and moor that life was a reel
cruise.
Ray thought he'd make a splash, trading in his lemon for a new Stingray. He hooked up with Shelley, and listening to the tarwhine under the tyres, they fishtailed all the way to the Shellfire Club, famed for its sadomasofishm themes where Lawrence Whelk was performing his famous Nep Tunes.
At the SandBar, the wader asked "What's your poisson?" They both ordered fish cocktails. Ray had a blue lagoon and Shelley a slippery ripple. Ray ran out of mornay and had to use his credit carp, but he didn't mind. A stream of roughies drifted in, lead by Billy, an ex marine with big mussels and a chip on his shoulder, singing a Dean Marlin sea shantie.
"When the suckerfish swims by
Your big pizza pie
That's a remora
If there's an eel in a nook
on the end of your hook
That's a moray"
Billy turned
to Shelley and said" Sashimmy for me, you old trout!"
Far canal! Ray cod not believe his buccaneers. "She's no hooker, you
anchor".Ray was in shark that some clown cod otter such sheer
bunkum.
Billy was making waves so Ray tried to keep things at bay, but nearly keeled
him with his fishticuffs. He cod not kelp it he lost his tempura and battered
the carp out of him."
"Is Dolph in?" asked Ray.
"No but Peli can make anyone cowrie with fear." said Blue the barman.
Soon Billy obeys and seas calmly that he was lured out of his depth by
superfishal morwongs.
"Blue, ring Dr Puss!" Ray called out " but Billy got his
ship together and bailed before the vice squid coasted in.
Everything was going so swimmingly that they consommed their relationship. Ray
thought "Carp Diem – seas the day! ", and dived in and porpoised
" Shelley, moray me, I larva you yachts and yachts." After
waiting with baited breath he cod sense something fishy when she ran off for a
pippi and never returned. Ray felt eel. His heart haked.
"Was it my humpback, or my flathead or perhaps it was that time she saw my
tackle and said 'Holy Mackerel'?"
Later that night, Ray saw Shelley and Billy in the foam booth packed in like sardines, their sweetlips sealed together. He was no brain sturgeon but was briney enough to see the whiting on the wall.
She was The Nauti Lass.
FIN
