Rhoda stopped by on her way to the bead meeting. I got to hear of her bead shopping trips in Mexico and the marvelous visit to a town build on, by, and from a silver mine. Last night I dreamed of silver mines that contained the ready-made beads and necklaces hanging from the walls of rock. As I strained to remember the designs a spot of light would appear on the piece that blotted it from my view. Either I am not supposed to be making jewelry or I should not be copying Mexican designs!
I am safe. Did get the head of the snowman done. Started on the top hat.