I know, that makes no sense.
I had a horse pendant sitting in my brown bead box for almost two years. I’m not a horse person, but I know someone who is.
What’s funny is that I look at the finished project and it just looks like a bunch of beads strung on beading wire. But oh my gosh I spent so much freaking time finding the ‘right’ beads to string. I guess that’s a byproduct of having a bead box filled entirely with only brown beads.
This is how bad my bead addiction is at the moment – I have separate boxes for : black and white beads, red and orange beads, green and yellow beads, pink and clear beads, blue beads, and the aforementioned brown. And an additional box for the bead soup that happens when you don’t feel like putting the beads back in their correct boxes. And if I’m completely honest with myself, I could easily split my stash into one color per box. EASILY.
Yet, I see pieces of furniture like the old type cabinets used for bead storage and I think, “I could be so much worse.”
You need another vacation