"Ah do declare," fluttered Ms Beady while she draped herself over the chaise lounge. "Ah do declare. Ah'm so exhausted from two weeks of shopping for beads and supplies at the Winter Craft Sale at BeadFx. Beulah dahrling - peel me a grape." Beulah regarded her with coolness, and rather wetly, but as Beulah was a fish, she said nothing.
Suddenly - there came a knocking at the front door, but before Ms Beady could get up - the door flew open and in burst ... Temptation. Stan Temptation. Stan twirled his mustache and laughed maniacally. "Wait till you see what I have!"
"Oh, for pete's sake, Stan," said Ms Beady - "I have enough beads." She gestured to the room around her. And indeed, there were boxes and bags of beads, plastic bins, half-finished projects on every surface - the end tables, the mantlepiece, even the lampshades had beads draped over them.
Ms. Beady eyed Stan, he was wearing puffy pants and something that looked like a Star Trek insignia. "Were you at a fan convention?"
Somewhat deflated, Stan glanced around the room. He wasn't goint to admit it, but she might have a point.
"Well," he said dejectedly, "I'll leaf if you want me to. I know a sign when I see it." He turned to leaf (different leaf) I don't have the heart to tell you about ... . " he whirled back and whipped open his long black coat, "These NEW HONEYCOMB BEADS!" he almost shouted.
"But if you already have enough beads ... ." he trailed off and turned to leave again. (I'm out of leaves. Here, have a flower instead.)
"Wait!" cried Ms Beady - "What! Honeycomb beads! What are those?"
"Why," said Stan, turning back, and fishing into his coat for a strand, "these are the new 2-hole beads - they are flat and shaped like a honeycomb and they fit together like crazy!"
Ms Beady tried to get a hold of herself. She stood, pulled herself up to her full height, took a deep breath and said, "I, I probably wouldn't know what to do with them." She eyed the strand sideways.
Stan pulled out more strands, more colours. He handed her his phone - on it was a video of how awesomely the beads fit together.
"You are an evil person to have married." said Ms Beady. "Hand them over."
"But you love me anyway," countered Stan, as he kissed her on the cheek. "Oh, and there are some new freshwater pearls too," and he handed her another bag. I got you one of everything.
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