It called to me.
It was the siren’s call of yet another hobby.
I have tried to resist but the pressure was too much and I caved like fallen arches on a senior citizen (or my husband, same difference).
The hobby I swore I’d never touch. The hobby my daughter loves, if only to open the boxes and bottles and jars of plastic and glass little babies and gaze upon them, pausing to lift one here and there to the light for closer inspection whilst admiring their cut and clarity. Too bad they aren’t diamonds as the dang things cost almost as much.
Today I bought myself a ‘starter’ kit and got to work.
It’s purty and Mama is happy, happy, happy.