All the goodies from the most recent expedition tidied and put away. This is, oh, maybe 6 years of accumulation.
What’s that you say? Stash? A stash of beads? Why yes, yes, I do believe it is. But, it’s not my fault. I blame it all on Bob.
He was the one who got me started on beads. My paltry assortment pales when compared to Bob the Master Beader. There are yet kilos to accrue, strands to stabilize and clasps to accumulate before I even draw close to his collection.
Fabric, on the other hand…let’s just agree to not go there, shall we?