November 15, 2005
I’m obsessed. Today I spent $180 at my favorite bead shop. I had a list of the things I needed, but like running into the grocery store for milk and bread, I always manage to “find” something that I just can’t live without.
I tell my husband that we are going to need to add on another room soon, because when guests come to stay, I have to clear out The Bead Room (formerly known as The Daughter Who Has Now Gone To College’s Room) so they can find the bed. Actually, it’s just easier if I let them use our bedroom, because then I don’t have to worry about kicking the guests out of bed if I catch a creative bug and want to design something at 3 a.m.
After being shamed by one of my compadres in crime, I finally started sorting my beads by color, and reorganized my wire and projects “in process”. Hate to admit it, but I waste much less time when I know I want something pink than I did before when I “knew” which Tupperware box a particular strand of beads was in. And I’m actually using some of those old strands that I’d conveniently forgotten about. (It was like Christmas every day when I went searching for something in particular and found all sorts of things I’d forgotten I had!)
Got to go. I think I need milk and bread again.
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