It's kind of funny that I remember the day I fell in love with beads, because it was magical. Love at first site, little lampwork glass beads glimmering in the sunlight at a local craft fair. My eyes were captivated by the spectrum of colors and shapes -- they were beautifully intoxicating.
There was a kind of frenzy surrounding the display booth, which drew me in all the more -- I had to fight my way through the crowd to get a closer look, to find the ones that I would later call my own. Along with the strands of glistening beads there was fabulous selection of finished jewelry and I was drawn to a pair of transparent blue lampwork earrings with opaque green dots. I waited patiently until it was my turn to pay for my newly found treasure and as I waited I knew then that something profound had occurred in me, I fell deeply in love with the beads. I purchased three strands of beads before I even new what to do with them. The artist gently wrapped my purchase neatly in shimmery pink polka dot tissue paper. She handled them with such care and love, they were her creations and I admired her as she worked. I was totally in the moment -- it was surreal.
Naturally, I began beading -- I'm not crafty, I'm not an artist, I don't wear much jewelry, I'm not a material girl -- but I love beads. So I bead simply for the love of beads.
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