If you saw a grown woman dancing on her front porch in the middle of the day, holding a small box in her hand, would you:
(a) shield your children's eyes and hustle them to safety?
(b) call someone to bring the transport van with the padded walls for the
poor woman who obviously needs to sit in a nice, quiet place for a while?
(c) mutter "bless her heart"* and wonder which Tennessee Williams character
she's channeling?
(d) understand that she just got her
Bead Soup Blog Hop bead mix in the mail?
Well, bless my heart, I got my bead mix, and I can't wait to get cooking!
Cindy Cima Edwards sent me a beautiful mix of greens and brass. Look and love:
the whole delicious assortment
the lovely star of the show
just a few of the range of of greens in the mix
I love the range of materials, especially the Vintaj components, which I haven't done a lot of work with yet.
And now to cook something up with all this deliciousness! (And don't worry about the neighbors. They're used to my, um, natural exuberance. Dancing on the porch is nothing unusual...)
*in case you've never been in the Deep South and encountered this particular saying, it is an all-purpose phrase that has countless meanings, among which are "she's a sweetheart," , "she's an idiot," "she's a nut, but we'll just call it charmingly eccentric," or "she's too young/too old to really know what she's doing, and I'm too polite to point it out."