find the lovely

sometimes i find myself looking at the beads i've gathered and want to just collect them, as they are, without making them 'into' anything. lately i've been finding vintage beads in places i wouldn't think to look, like a used bookstore just down the street; the owner had a bowl (from his wife's closet!) to sort through on his front desk. i love it when you stumble upon something you didn't even know you were looking for.

a long day, with a disgruntled camera. i am sipping some tea now, and have more things i want to make, but i should watch some the movies we have from the library - some of them have been on hold for a few months, but they seem to have all come at once. i love that they're free - you have to be patient but it's worth it. last week we watched junebug, which i loved. so perfectly true. i know small towns just like that, and amy adams broke my heart, just a little bit. it stayed with me afterwards, and sometimes i still find myself thinking about it, the way love can cause people to draw lines, to keep others out, protective, to hold others in. and the way his family found their love uncomfortable, reflecting their own distances back to them. "she's not a stranger, she's family." "well, she's still... strange." i loved it.

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[Kate]

I know what you mean about the beads. I seem to have amassed a huge amount but all I seem to do is look at them and arrange and rearrange them into little groups. Sounds strange but it brings a lot of joy!