mad in pursuit
| No more beads for me till the
late sixties, when love beads were part of the Age of Aquarius and we
could sit around the communal bead bank stringing bright concoctions
that became part of our identity as children of a new free-thinking
free-loving tribe. But it was all ephemeral, wasn’t it? The promises
exchanged over lengths of seed beads were as cheap as my plastic pop pearls. |