I can control this. I’m on top of it. Breathe deeply and calm yourself, woman!
It started out as a harmless bit of fun. Buy a few beads, make some jewellery for myself and for friends – an ideal present here and there – a hobby, for God’s sake.
So how did it come to this? Beads, threads, wires, needles, findings, patterns, you name it, all spilling out of cupboards and drawers. A beading mat with a half-finished project on the coffee table; a tray with collections of ideas, little piles of beads of all shapes and sizes and colour mixes gathered during flashes of inspiration, anticipatory; threads trailing on furniture and on my clothes, unheeded by the obsessed mind looking for its next fix.
Divorceable issues like escapist glass beads, crunchy underfoot; a carelessly-dropped needle lurking ready to attack; too much time hogging the internet as I yield helplessly to the addiction and slaver over those beautiful little orbs begging me to chase the deal. The credit card groaning as a small order turns into a spendfest, uncontrollable and merciless in its unconquerable attraction.
I’ve got it covered, though. I haven’t indulged for two weeks now. The shakes are almost gone. I can think rationally – I know I don’t need more beads; I have enough clasps; I have more than sufficient jewellery.
And then – oh, no, no, not that, please!! Anything but that …
I open my inbox and there, challenging me openly and without shame, is an email from my very favourite supplier, Beads Direct, that screams at me, ‘MAMMOTH SALE’.