Two days before an event is a very, very awkward time to realise you don't have any double-length strings made up. The photograph to the left depicts several hours of undiluted adrenaline, cursing and decaffeinated Earl Grey tea.It's always nice to have some longer strings available, of course; almost everybody likes a necklace they can knot and loop and mould to their own personal style. They look pretty, they sell well.
They suck the living soul out of me. Three tiny beads, one less tiny one, repeat until 1) you reach 45 inches, 2) the beads run out or 3) your brain creeps out of your left ear and flings itself to its death via the nearest window.
Pretty, though, ain't they?
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