mad in pursuit
|My first beads were pop beads, a 1950ís fad. I coveted them and competed with my girlfriends for the longest strands, draping myself in ropes of them. My favorites were pearls and I hated it when I realized that they werenít pearls through and through One day the cheesy paint peeled off to reveal a bead no more lustrous than skim milk. Disillusionment. How could I have been so stupid, my 8-year-old self pondered.