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<\/p>\nOne sunny day, we convened at my friend Luisa’s house. Luisa makes jewelry, and she brought out all of these new beads she had been working with. We sat in the sun on her porch, drinking iced coffee, and looking through these incredible beads.<\/p>\n
Jackie ended up becoming a woman we now refer to as “The Bead Lady”.<\/p>\n
Bead Lady was very obnoxious and she knew everything there was to know about beads and would pontificate endlessly.<\/p>\n
Jackie would reach into the bag, pick a random bead, glance at it, and pronounce, “This bead hails from MesopoTAMia …”<\/p>\n
Just making shit up.<\/p>\n
And the accent is hard to describe. Her voice was rather adenoidal and snotty (emotionally and literally), and she was truly insufferable. We all love the Bead Lady to this day.<\/p>\n
Jackie pulled out one bead, gave it a deadpan glance, and said flatly, to all of us, “This bead pre-dates Christ.”<\/p>\n
Here is a shot of me and Luisa, laughing. And here is a shot of The Bead Lady in action.<\/p>\n
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One sunny day, we convened at my friend Luisa’s house. Luisa makes jewelry, and she brought out all of these new beads she had been working with. We sat in the sun on her porch, drinking iced coffee, and looking … Continue reading