How many times have I said I was going in to start cleaning up my room? A million? Maybe so. I did say it yesterday, once again. And hey, to my credit, I did go in there.
I just got sidetracked and ended up making pins for the three pincushions I made earlier.
When I finished that, I was putting everything away and I DROPPED the container box with all the little jars of tiny beads. Dropped, as in totally lost it.
Yes, I fumbled it all the way down, too.
The beads, millions of tiny beads mind you, went EVERYWHERE .
Frank had just come home. And while I tried not to cry, he silently got the broom and swept them all up. The ones he could find anyway. I am sure there are about a million more tiny, tiny beads somewhere on that floor. Hiding. Waiting for me to slip on them.
They are insidious little things, now that I think about it........