Not every bead I make comes out looking beautiful. Shocking. Sad. But true. In fact I actually have 3 different levels of unsatisfactory bead buckets. We have the pee cup - which houses all the cracked, broken and completely unusable beads. I have no idea why I save them. I guess I just don't have the heart to throw them in the trash. Somewhere, somehow they will come in useful for something. I just know it. No I do not have a hoarding problem. Really. I don't.
Then there is the banker box - which contains a multitude of fuglies. These are mostly from my newbie days but the box does seem to be getting fuller, and I am pretty sure that beads cannot reproduce themselves through osmosis so I must be continuing to make them.
My 4 year old daughter is quite assuredly my biggest fan. I can always count on her to make me feel like the best bead maker in the entire world. I just love the enthusiasm that girl has for all things colorful. The last few weeks she has been requesting to "make beads" with me. She's a tad young to put behind the torch so I thought we'd do the next best thing - string them up! So I went to Michael's and picked up some stretchy cord, pulled out the orphan dish and the banker box and let her have fun.
She picked out all the beads she wanted to put in her bracelet and laid them out on the table. Then she strung them one by one - studying them intently before committing them to the cord. When she was finished she handed it to me to tie the final knot.