Beadsbeadsbeads

Beadsbeadsbeads

Well, except for five loads of laundry and unloading, loading and running the dishwasher, putting the papers in recycling, and making dinner, what I’ve done today is organize beads.  It wasn’t too bad until I got to the tray where the pinkish-orange seed beads got mixed with the dark pink and light pink seed beads.  I have mad bead-tweezing skills now.  And a headache.

Hubby said it would have been cheaper to throw them out and get new ones, but I pointed out that I’d either have to pay a lot to get a smaller quantity close to home, or pay a lot to go up to Manhattan to buy them in bulk.  He pointed out that I wanted to go to NYC for the Bodies exhibit anyway, so why not?  Hmmm.  Why not, indeed?  Except that I’m almost done sorting now.  Then again, I need a particular brass bead to fix an earring, and they sell it at this one store on 5th Avenue, and while I’m there. . .

I’ll order tickets for the exhibit tomorrow.  Heh.