Why I love and always will love Februarys.

Making things with pink beads and strings and eating red candies.
Plus, I hear it's snowing in Memphis.
Hate that I'm missing it. It always snows in February.

So besides trying to make platelets for a living, this is something else I've gotten into as something to do with the hands - making beaded bookmarks and charms, stuff like that. Nah, you can't see them in this photo really, they are just hanging to dry in The Sewing Room Turned HappyHappy BeadRoom. I'll scan some in later for show-and-tell. But dig that late 70s denim-lookin' coffee cup. Sweet. My mom throws away nothing but organizes all - I do that, too, except in my house, if you don't remember what's in the neatly organized box, it's probably time to throw it out. But not my mom: she has archives of supplies (no kidding, rick-rack I remember her working with in the 70s, no surprise) so being down here for treatment, this place is like living in a Hobby Lobby.

Hear me complainin'? Hell no, that's the HappyHappy BeadRoom kitty, she takes my chair when I take a break for tea.