Sometimes I wonder who enjoys playing beads more, me or P. Now that we don't have to worry about them going in the mouth or up the nose, they provide endless entertainment for the both of us. If you haven't made jewelry on the floor in a while, I highly recommend it! I actually considered wearing this one until Will told me it looked like it came off the bead maze at the doctor's office. Little did he know, they're my Mom's Camp Fire Girl beads, circa 1965! Thanks G'ma!!
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