As I cleaned out the girl's closet last week, I once again vacuumed up volumes of beads. They have so worked their way into the fabric of our home I barely even notice when one (or ten) rattles through the vacuum. I am inspired to write an Ode to Beads.
Beads are round and smooth
They are sometimes angled
An artist's pallet of colors
Running through fingers
Bouncing crazily on wooden floors
Scattering through the house.
Tiny little seed beads wedged under base boards
Bigger beads threaded over plant leaves
Expensive beads and cheap beads
I'll die a happy person if
I never see another
Today's plan is to organize the craft supplies - beads included. I have about six medium size boxes full of crafty stuff, and I'm sure if I try I can pare it down to five. This is a good project for all three kids to help with because even a three year old can put markers with markers. At the very least we'll have a lot of fun sorting through it all and I look forward to making a craft when half our time isn't spent digging out supplies.