Every time I vacation at the beach I wish I had a open weave bag for all the shells and stuff I find, and every time I get home I forget to make one--until this year. Finally!
It's from a remnant piece of white cargo netting I found at Joann's a few months ago. It should be perfect for letting the sand fall through and for air drying.
I thought about binding the edges with some pretty fabric but decided to go with French seams on the polyester netting so that it would dry out quickly. Nothing worse than a damp smelly bag of seashells. Wait, there was that time the 145- pound dog rolled on the not so freshly dead cat when we were out walking in the woods. Yeah, that was definitely worse. Turns out that some dogs still have that ancient wolf thing of rolling on the kill to bring the scent back to the pack. The message got a bit messed up by the time it was passed down to my dog. His idea was to quickly roll on anything dead and gallop gleefully back to me, his pack, to share the great news. Loved that dog--most of the time.