Hi There! Thanks for visiting! Welcome to my Blue Willow Sea Glass shop and my new season of life! I am newly retired and making a move with my husband and three Great Danes from Pennsylvania to Maryland’s Chesapeake Bay. Our son, his girlfriend, and our grandpup live in Boston, another great coastal city.

Life on the water with our own little beach...an exciting new chapter to pen. To my surprise, our own little beach is full of treasures: sea glass, pottery, driftwood, and shells from the Chesapeake Bay (some may say trash...all a matter of perspective). A reminder of the power, grace, changeable qualities, and life the Bay invites. Endless possibilities...I am inspired to bring repurpose to this churned, battered, and not so useless glass. I love creating and piecing these canvases together into meaningful and fun art for all. Some pieces have their own names and seem to tell their own story - each one a different story - just like our lives. Because I get inspired by the pieces I find, you will find a variety of art.

It is my prayer that you enjoy these framed story creations, made with love and joy from my hands and heart to yours - which is why you will find a heart in every created scene. All treasures kissed by nature, sharp edges tamed to smooth, and colorful beauty designed and reborn into artful creations.

May all our sharp edges be tamed. Amplify the good...”Finally brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is honorable, whatever is just, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable, if there is any excellence, if there is anything worthy of praise, think about these things.” Philippians 4:8.

The name “ Blue Willow” is inspired by and in honor of our sister, Julie, who lost her battle with breast cancer. She gifted my two sisters and I with silver dipped necklaces during her battle, to remind us that the willow leaf will always bend, but never break. We’re trying our best Julie. We miss you! Blue Willow also happens to be a type of sea glass. Perfect harmony!

From my heart and hands to yours, Darla Jo