Sometimes your own creativity just seems to paralyze you - too much precious stones, pearls, beads and great ideas. And then nothing gets done.I just sit there and sort them all out, hearts, butterflies and flowers and the odd little thing here and there in their very own little box - enjoy their shape and look, their weight in the palm of my hand, the silky touch to my cheek. All the colours created my mother nature.
Me, a precious stone junkie.
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