beading frenzy

The last 2 years have been tough. Physically. Emotionally. Tough. I had the botched surgery, a baby, a wonderful ADD-ridden husband, a big move away from everything comfy and sane, a death or 8, just tough. It became apparent that I would need something to 'take me away' besides the pills and booze. So I picked up beading.

Not nearly as effective as the pills and booze, but much less liver damage.

Last night I spent 3 hours sorting donuts and daisies, bicones and briolettes, gemstones and uh, gross ones ... but it occured to me I was calm. Peaceful. Engaged. Filling little containers with the perfectly sorted items. Making labels for things that need labels ... Gorked* on beading.

Stick a fork in it. The party pig, the dancing queen, the drunk slut has left the building.

*Speaking of 'gorked' ... although I've tossed about 40 bottles of stuff given to me by a myriad of doctors guessing at what was causing all the problems ... I still had 2 bottles of things that look and sound sort of the same. One bottle contains the pills for when I feel as though I'm tinkling barbed wire. I thought I was taking one yesterday but instead I took one of the early experimental pills. It sets my entire esophageal tract on white hot fire and then slowly halts the voluntary muscles of most of my major systems. So, it went like this:

Wow. That burns. .... uh oh. Oh NOOOOOOO! (whump. collapses with mouth open.)

Fun stuff. Really. I should set up a webcam ...

5 comments:

rock grrrl said...

handicrafts are far more enjoyable a form of escapism than pills and booze. trust me on this one. I've tried them all.

nita said...

i got some you never heard of :)

Anonymous said...

To AMA, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. I saw your good soul the minute I met you. Thanks for all your help.
From Amy the Dancing Bear

kate said...

Ah, the zen of craftiness...

Most days I'm pretty sure that knitting is the only thing keeping me from losing my sh*t again.

How about some pictures? I want to see the pretties. (and I am talking about the beads, here.)

Beth said...

Gorked is a great word! And thank you for pointing out to me how truly okay 'boring life' can be. There is nothing that makes me fall, boneless, to the floor... well... anyway.