Friday I went to BeadFest Texas and there were some great vendors in the exhibition hall. I was standing at one table looking at beads when a woman next to me picked up a strand of beads and starting saying "mmmmm.....Mmmmmm.....MMMMMmmmmm!" It's the kind of sound I would make while eating a cinnamon roll. Startled, I looked up and saw a woman holding the strand of beads up near her mouth. Well, I'm not one to judge. Go ahead and eat the beads, if you want. There is something incredibly tactile about a strand of beads, and when you find the RIGHT strand of beads, well, there is an inexplicable urge to eat the beads. Maybe it brings us back to our infancy, when everything interesting went in our mouths. Or maybe beads are DELICIOUS.
I have enough delicious beads in my stash. Really, I do. But there were some very cute, very sad beads in need of a good home. I mean, what could I do? I had to bring these sparklies home. Citrine is so very hard to find, and these faceted strands are gorgeous. See the sparkle? Shiiiiiny....preetttyyyy....spaarrrklllllyyyyyy.....ooooh.
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