So, I went back home for a week which never seems like enough time. My sister took the week off so we could spend some quality time together, which sort of didn't happen so much. We ran from here to there, picking up this and that and before I knew it I was paking my things to go home. Didn't really see any friends and for the most part didn't hang out too much with my parents either it was a whirlwind of a week that seemed like only a day or two.
One thing I did manage to do was pick up some beads from the bead store. The bead store has two sides, one side is all the silver plated, seed beads, plastic, glass, resin, wood bead side an then there is the semi precious, Sworovsky, sterling silver (which went up in $), gold side. That's where my melt down happened. OK, when I say "meltdown" I don't actually mean a true "I'm two and three quarters old and I need that Iron Man action figurine" sort of melt down, I simply mean "I"m 38 3/4 old and I need that color tiger eye which I can't believe you don't have" kind of melt down. I may have swore. Maybe. I may have said "What do I do NOW?" Maybe. Fine, I did, but you have to understand this particular necklace I need to make is the one that got snapped up before I could decide if I wanted to keep it. Not only that but I've been asked by others for this one particular one. So you see the melt down was somewhat justified. Somewhat.
So I started to pack my things and I'm a terrible packer, my sister is a champ at it and so she had to help me with my spoils from the bead store. We discovered that if I had put all my beads in my luggage I would be over the 25 Lbs limit for international weight so I figured it would be best to put them in my carryon.
I believe I broke several blood vessels in my shoulder by the time I got back to Boston.
I poured out my spoils from this trip onto the couch and thougth..."I think I could have gotten more.."
I haven't a clue as to where I would have put it but I'm sure I could have purchased just a few more things.