Daughter Jen brought me some garage sale beads last weekend. 60 cents worth…sorting them and oohing and aahing was the perfect project to do whilst recuperating from the horrid dental work.
Beads sorted by color
Anyone else out there wonder how one little old tooth can leave such a huge hole in your mouth? Or is my tongue magnifying it? It feels like a cavern with no bottom.
When I went to buy the containers for the beads, I found two…I was unsure of how many I would need. Far Guy said “You never can tell how many bead containers you will need.”
I found these beads just hanging around in a box just waiting for a container….most of them are sorted by color and size….OCD is under control. ( A few were left as mixed colors on purpose.) The urge to go buy more containers was squashed.
Good Golly no one wants to know exactly how many beads I have in this house…but I am all stocked up for a winter full of projects. It would probably be hoarding if they were stacked to the ceiling…big boxes stacked only 5 feet high do not count.
These beads are all destined to become works of yard art….just hanging out sparkling in the sunshine.