Bliss in a shop

Unfortunately or may be fortunately or then again may be unfortunately, the shop is in Amsterdam. It's called Copenhagen Kralen and it looks like this:



Actually I should have taken more pictures, but I get shy and in this case sidetracked. There is row upon row of jar upon jar of beads in every possible shape, size, colour and price. I like beads and recently rediscovered the childhood hobby of beadweaving, so bought a bit. Not that much. And some for the girls.

Sometimes I think I like the raw materials of these crafts better than the made-up objects. It could be because things somehow never come out how I expected. Or just that they seem so entirely full of potential when still raw. Hanks of wool and unused stationery has the same effect on me.