...or why multi-tasking is not always a good idea.
We live in an old, three-story house. The bead room is on the third floor, but I'll often take a project down to the ground floor to work on while watching television. This means I then have to carry the projects up and/or down many steps.
Many, many steps. Can you see where this is heading?
I was headed up to the third floor, carrying a bead tray full of seed beads and other assorted goodies, a Diet Coke, the cell phone, and a couple of other things. It seemed like a good way to accomplish several things at once. Halfway between the second floor and the third, I misjudged something and the bead tray tipped just a little bit.
Let me tell ya, when beads fall two and a half stories and hit the hardwood floor, they scatter like you wouldn't believe. They take flight. They roll. They skitter. They bounce.
|These suckers look innocent and tiny, but they can FLY!!|
Most of what fell was these 3mm turquoise discs. I've found these four so far, separated by as much as twenty feet in their landing places. I'm choosing to think of the recovery as kind of like an extended Easter egg hunt.
And now you know why nobody calls me "Grace"...