Beads and beads and then some beads

Dear Reader, the postman came. I was expecting a shoebox. 

There was a shoebox. To fit a clown’s shoe. And it was inside a considerably bigger box, ingeniously packed with newspaper and squished egg boxes.

My father has never been one for hyperbole, so when he said there was “some bits and pieces’, I assumed thats what would arrive. Shows how much I know.

So, there were pearl-type beds



And there were necklace beads



About 25,  in all. And then there were the bracelets….





And then there bracelts with charms on them





and then there were more natural ones





and even some metal ones





About 100 of them, in fact.

Not to mention some odd earrings, bits and pieces, brooches and even three random lobster clasps!  I think it’s safe to say it was considerably more than I was expecting! So if anyone wants me, I’ll be over in the corner, planning and deconstructing and reconstructing. For the foreseeable future! 

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3 thoughts on “Beads and beads and then some beads

  1. Gradmama2011 says:

    ah, beading! one of my favorite things to do…just after writing. nice bracelets, nice beads…

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    • Thanks for stopping by! It was an Aladdin’s cave of beads! And also slightly overwhelming! I have only just used the very first piece from the box and upcycled it – post coming soon!

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      • Gradmama2011 says:

        I thought you had inherited the stash from someone…ha ha, guess I didn’t pay enough attention. I am a beader and never saw a bead I didn’t like, so beautiful beads and things never fail to get my attention.

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