This past Friday my daughter and I went to a bead store in Dayton. I was expecting to see the standard issue beads you see in any other bead store. What a surprise. Twenty drawers of vintage beads. I pulled up a stool and went thru them all, S L O W L Y. Then to the walls. Old tribal beads. What a treat to be able to pick up a strand and see the craftmanship and patina.
Of course the best part was having some time with my daughter, we don't get to do that very often any more.
Have a great day ladies. The sun is shining and I'm headed to the studio.