Beading is catnip for me. There are few things that have such a calming effect as sitting with a box of beads and an open canvas (or quilt top). This week I had a quilt-ish top to embellish.
I let the beads tell me what they wanted. Some of them were quite vocal.
Other beads just snagged the thread until the beads bent around to their will.
Some beads didn’t have a clue what they wanted so we’ll have to continue the conversation later.
Luck and wisdom!