I didn't make any jewelry this weekend, but I was up to my elbows in beads anyway. A rare visit from my parents spurred a frantic bout of house cleaning, during which I paid particular attention to the areas I know my friends are too compassionate to scrutinize. As I was herding the dust bunnies from around the edges of the hardwood floors in my bedroom and the tile in my bathroom, I noticed my neglect of these bunnies had allowed them not only to multiply, but to evolve to a point that they were developing hobbies.

It's the only explanation I can come up with for the amazing array of beads I wiped up in rooms in which I never make jewelry. How else would 4mm bicone crystals end up behind my toilet, for instance? 

After all was said, done and cleaned I could have easily strung a pretty lush bracelet from my findings. Don't worry, that's not a challenge article you'll be seeing in the magazine anytime soon. I don't like to encourage that kind of housecleaning.