Beads.
What is up with that?
My office is in a mixed retail/office complex and one of the stores in the lower section is a well-known crafts supplies retail chain. I had this brilliant notion that I would buy a cheap bell or two like we have tied to our office door (left over from Christmas, it alerts us when clients walk in, otherwise they have about seven steps into the office before we are aware they are there. This is to alert us to go on “professional mode” and stop baying like hyenas at someone’s joke, complaining about owners, or gossiping about tenants, etc. when the jingle jingles.). The bell was to put on my home front door so the dog will learn to bat it when she wants to go out for a pee, instead of just sniffing around the door silently.
Or so I hope the dog will learn. If not, our door will just jingle.
Anyway. So it’s Friday night, and it’s been a long and brutal week in the world of property management, in the summertime, the most busiest time of the year, with hoards of students descending upon town, looking for homes, and the usual 31st/1st week’s normal spike in paperwork, phone calls, madness, and so on.
On my way to pick up the dog after work, I pop into the well-known crafts supplies retail chain. I haven’t been in that store in about two years.
Because I am not a crafts person.
I do not scrapbook. I do not paint wooden objects. I do not crotchet. I can knit and sew, but that isn’t the same as crafting to me as it can produce both useful and attractive garments, but I don’t have the time any more. I do not play with clay, ribbon, or make things, or make things prettier by gluing on cutesy things or flowers or bunnies. I loathe cutesy, I loath “country”, and I loath the overwhelming stench of potpourri that seems to emanate from Mic–I mean, the well-known crafts supplies retain chain store. All the people I see going in and out of that store do not look like the kind of women that I would have a rapport with. I am not a crafty person. I don’t have anything particularly against crafts, it just seems about as alien to me as spending time watching golf on television. Different pastimes for different folks.
Then I remembered, on the search for the jingle bell, that bracelet that another woman in our office was wearing. She’d made it, and it was lovely. Gorgeous beads, beautiful colours, and it went so well with her outfit… Gee, didn’t she say it was easy? And creative? And fun to do? And didn’t she mention that there were beads at Mich–at the well-known yada yada?
Yes, there were beads there. Not as many or as beautiful as at the store downtown that sells nothing but beads, the store I went into once, then never again, because I knew I would buy bead and after bead after bead, just because OOOH… SHINY! OOOH… PRETTY!
Damn it. $94.28 on Ooooh Pretty.
$94.28.
On beads.
Please don’t tell my husband, after I made some snarky remarks on our habit of spending money on non-essential items.
And now, I guess I better get back to that Google search on "jewellery making for dummies’. (Or “jewelry” so I could get US results, too.)