Pony Beads

Once upon a time I read a post written by a blogger's husband who stated that he dreamed he went to hell and had to walk barefoot in the dark across a room full of LEGOS. Or something like that. For the life of me, I can't find that post. Not even Google could help me (though I did find out there is a "barefoot" blog genre. Not quite as big as the craft blog genre, but getting there). Send me the link if you have it. Or if it's your husband.

To compensate for my bad memory, Mandy decided to buy thousands of small beads and let four kids ten and under make bracelets and lizards from them. The assumption, perhaps flawed, was that all of the beads would remain accounted for either in their original storage containers or as part of a hand-crafted item, and that none of the beads would escape. My barefooted self walking across a hardwood floor the day after the beads showed up quickly disproved this assumption. I'm guessing it will take about six days for every one of these beads to be randomly scattered throughout our house.