in the middle of nowhere in a small town of New Hampshire, my mom found a glorious bead store. We went there in the winter and I was very hesitant about going inside. When I said the middle of nowhere, I truly meant it. I felt like I was walking into somebody's house. Alas, I was pleasantly surprised to see it was an actual store, with glorious prices! Mum bought me a bag of "leftover" beads for one dollar.
Here is the result.
No comments:
Post a Comment