:: ORGANIZATION GONE OCD ::
When I was about 15 years old, I got this yellow box to organize my (very few at the time) beads. After a few months I quickly filled it up. Of course, as soon as it was full, I knocked it over onto my mom's lovely calico shag carpet. I probably vacuumed most of them up. Finding seed beads in shag... not my idea of a great time.
Fast forward about 12 more years. The box, now even more full and disorganized, was left on the coffee table within the reach of a barely walking toddler. There it was all over the carpet again. Woops! Recently I've been asked by a few people to help repair, repurpose, and build jewelry. I felt the beading itch and was ready to make myself some stuff. With my hot hands, I opened my yellow box to find a complete buzz kill. The sorting fairy still hadn't visited it.
In the immortal words of the Doors, "The time to hesitate is through" (name that movie quote) and I got out some bowls out and started sorting. Three days later, I was finally done. Whew!!! I ended up casting off most of them, and only kept the ones I knew I'd really use.
I didn't take a picture of my sorted box (duh!?!), but here are the cast offs. I am not sure what I am going to do with them yet, but they are bagged up and ready to go somewhere. There is a mixture of glass, plastic, stone, metal, seed beads, findings, sequins, shells, letters, spacers, complete necklaces, clasps... you name it... it is in there. If any of you want them, I'd be happy to send them your way. You just have to sort them.