bead it

I purchased a strand of vintage wooden beads ($12 – a good deal?) from an antique store this weekend.  They are supposedly old beads that you string together for babies to chew on during that time when they did not care if young ones ate paint.  I was inspired to go to a real bead store and get options for making necklaces and bracelets from this string of beads.  This metal one really works nicely and counteracts the country-ness of the beads.  Plus, I can re-arrange.

 

A note about bead stores – never never never go into one with a friend/loved one if they themselves are not into beads.  I have learned this early in my marriage that generally your loved one does not care about beads as much as you do and you will suck their happiness out by asking their opinion on bead options. Too painful.  I now generally go into bead stores alone and this is a good thing.  And in general, people who work at bead stores are mean.  They do not like questions about how to do something or where to find something regardless of the fact that they work in a place that is surrounded by creative, fun things.  However, my experience at the bead store this weekend was pleasant and my questions did not seem to cause any horrible inconvenience to the woman working there.  I was able to stock up on a few supplies so I do not have to go back to another bead store for some time.  Phew.