B is for Beads

I love beads. Their tiny, sparkly, shiny beauty captured me long ago. They are tiny treasures. Magpie tendencies, much? I loved to buy the huge value packs of beads from craft stores when I was little. I liked to sort the different colors. I got in trouble more than once when my beads got loose. I remember vacuuming my room and hearing the rattle of seed beads that had hidden themselves in the carpet. I spend more time just looking at my beads than creating with them. This is the only little beaded bag that I have knit and not given away. I may make a different one that could be sturdy enough to live in my purse. I know that it would only end in disaster, but I would like to carry such a treasure with me every day.