Today, I started to sort all my beads and findings. It was waaay more stuff than I was aware of. I was reminded several times of my mother as I came across little things that had belonged to her. There were some tiny, gold-plated glass beads that once adorned her glamorous, rayon dress. A few threads of the fabric were still attached. I felt very close to her and aware of our shared, packrat tendencies. The beads in the photo represent a small portion of my collection.
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