I really don't need another hobby...

Before I got laid off, I used to work late hours that (mercifully) prevented me from shopping all the cute little boutiques in my neighborhood. By the time I got home they'd all be closed, and I'd pick up my takeout from the sushi bar at the corner that knows my voice and my order and has it ready when I walk in the door (gotta love that, it's like "Cheers" with fish), and make my way home to collapse on the sofa with my TiVo.

But now that I'm home during the day I've taken to exploring the neighborhood, and discovered a bead store just around the corner where the fortune teller used to be. And all I can say is "oh, crap."

Yes, they're hanging from my Christmas reindeer. Still hasn't
made it to the basement, but came in handy for this shot!

The place sucked me in like a star into a black hole (I might have red-shifted a bit) -- I was powerless. In my defense, I already had the tools (wire, pliers, etc.) from a project I did ten years ago for Christmas gifts. So picking up some head pins and a few little stones and charms was only logical, right? Right?