I don't think I should be allowed to go to a bead shop by myself. I need someone to whack me over the head every now and then and remind me that beads and gemstones are not in Maslow's hierarchy of needs.
But how can you resist these?
I swear I could stare at the pattern on this bead for hours
My daughter has told me time and again that she would like to go bead shopping with me. While her company on such outings is always welcome, I hesitate to introduce her to Steve, one of my trusted gemstone suppliers, for fear that she will track him down and warn him to stop setting aside the best of his new stuff for me. The faceted amethysts and jaspers are his fault.
If you want me to agree to everything you ask, ask me while we are shopping for beads. My son knows this trick already and has been pretty good at squeezing permission from me to go out -- he first hands me a lovely strand, waits for my eyes to glaze over then asks the question. I think his name will be added to the list of people I should not bead shop with.
Lost for hours in a wonderland that shines and glimmers -- that was how my Saturday went. How was your week-end?