Showing posts with label addict. Show all posts
Showing posts with label addict. Show all posts

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Signs of a Bead Addict?

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Well, I've FINALLY finished the beading on a hard (for me) loom project that I've been working on for months, I've finished March's BJP already, I'm waiting on TWO orders from Artbeads.com (one for the blogging community and one because they were having an awesome March Madness sale), and I'm feeling Lost and Lonely without any projects to do.  I'm wandering around aimlessly, continuously coming back to stare longingly at my stash.

I'd like to try some new things, like a bead embroidery cuff bracelet, but I've no idea really how to back it or add a clasp (or what kind of clasp to add for that matter); I want to try a beaded box, but am looking at the pattern with a blank stare and don't know how to start.  grrrr! 

Anyways, so I had to touch and play with my beads somehow, some way.  So what do I do?  I sort!  I've got all my colors sorted in separate freezer bags (because I have no other system) and then I've got another bag for doodads.  That's what I call the interesting little focal pieces and add-ons that are not regular seed beads...doodads.  It's a very technical term, I know.  But given that I don't have THAT many beads, I finished pretty quickly.  Now I'm left feeling lost and lonely without my beads again.  I think I'm an addict...I'm going through withdrawals.   Now I'm again wandering aimlessly, staring longingly at my stash; waiting to feel the tiny, smooth beads in my fingers again, stitching away on a new project.  Either I need a "fix" or I need a cure.  I would prefer a fix.