Who knew that such a wonderful and ridiculously sweet person could be such a horrible influence????
My good friend "Purple" Kim (or Kim2) has gotten me back into beading. Back story: I was really into making bead jewelry when I was like, 15. Not a great age to be acquiring new interests, because that's the same age that you get bored easily and generally drop your hobbies, even if you're really good at them. Ever seen my collection of sketches from that same age? Case in point.
Kim gets together with other people who do a variety of crafty things on a regular basis, and they take over a conference room at her office for a few hours. Most of the girls who show up are beaders - some of which make a side or even primary income on their amazing creations.
I try to make it out every once in awhile, because this is the best way to see everyone. I don't bead - haven't since I was 15. However, this last visit left me nostalgic. I had a hair appointment that afternoon, and there happens to be a bead shop right around the corner from my salon. I went. I bought beads. Doesn't seem so bad right? Things have changed a bit since I was 15. There are new, highly necessary things to own! Tweezers are no longer an acceptible tool of the trade! It's no longer out of the question to spend $100 on beading supplies!
It gets worse, Kids. Yes yes.
This afternoon I was creating something interesting with my $100 worth of impulse buys, when Nick and I decided to barbeque for dinner. Nick is out of charcoal, so we're planning a trip to the store. Suddenly I have one of those unfortunate "bright" ideas.
Me: Hey Honey, how would you feel about going to Capitol Hill to do our shopping?
Nick: (Does not live near Capitol Hill) Um, why?
Me: 'Cuz there's a bead store there.
Me: I don't have the right stuff for what I'm working on!!!
This necklace is going to be so hot.
Wreck A "Bye," Baby - You know, there's nothing quite like a goodbye *cake* for that really emotional farewell: *Because "this cake isn't going to pay for itself" wouldn't fit...