Someone once told me that I'm not an artist because I just string beads. She sucks.
I don't think I'm an artist, but I can't sit still. I've been playing with beads since I was 5 years old and my mom dragged me to her doll studio. The beads kept me busy and out of her hair.
I've always loved beads. I used to treasure each one and organize them meticulously in cupcake tins, tackle boxes, jewelry boxes - any containers I could find.
My brothers (who were jerks when we were young) loved to flip my bead collection into the gross brown shag carpeting we had in our living room. I would spend hours picking through the pile until I collected as much dirt as treasure. When my parents vacuumed (about once a year) all of my unclaimed beads rattled through the device.
I still have boxes and bags and tins of beads and I'd love to share them with you via fun bracelets, sweet earrings, colorful necklaces and funky rings.
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