I have had these beautiful wooden stringing beads tucked in a box under my bed for almost a year now. They looked very pretty in their packages and I felt sort of happy knowing they were there, being saved for a special occasion. Today when Larkspur started begging me in desperation for “something to do” I decided that the special occasion I had been waiting for had arrived.
She happily strung the beads on elastic cording, careful not to lose any to the grass.
Her morning got even better when our old cat Silas joined her. Cats that tolerate three year olds are the best kind of cats…
…even if they have a habit of drooling.
While she enjoyed stringing all the colors of the rainbow, when it came time to get serious she knew that the only colors that would “do” were pink and purple. Because despite what her mommy says about the color brown, pink and purple are really the best colors; the colors that go with everything. And while they made for a lovely necklace…
they worked well as a headband of sorts too.
Oh what a precious post. I love the photos to go with it! Lark is so gorgeous!
I'd love to get my hands on those beads…I love small wooden things like that, and how they sound clicking together. My other favorite are the wooden mosaic tiles. They feel so lovely.
The 2nd photo is my favorite. 🙂
They are pretty the beads you have. I should get something like that for my daughter (actually I should just look through my craft supplies to see how many wooden beads I already have – hmm).Your daughter is adorable, I love her various headbands.
She does like wearing her hair like that, doesn't she?? 🙂 I love it.
Does Larkspur have any idea just how beautiful she is? It blows my mind.And further thoughts…I love the beads. I tend to keep things for the sake of having them and then just the right time comes along and you know it's time to use them or give them away. I bought a coloring book of angels on translucent paper. Color them with markers and put them in the window for instant stained glass angels. I bought it 5 yrs ago and now that I sponsor a child through Compassion International, I have just the right person to send them to. My only regret is that I won't get to see how beautiful they look in her window.