They were all shapes and sizes. Every color imaginable. Some square. Some round. They were beautiful beads waiting to be worn.
Oh, the green, the beautiful green. And the brown just peeking through. And the lovely oval shape of them.
And, so they were strung tightly and worn lovingly. Then one tragic day, they broke and the dazzling green beads went tumbling across the floor. Those that were salvaged sat sad and forgotten for many months.
Until one day, we found a lovely little store, Imogene, in Shelburne. And picked out some amazing gold beads from Ethiopia to go with them.
Abby's little fingers strung the tiny beads with patience....and then one hour later she emerged. New and shining. Polished and sophisticated. Isn't she lovely?
