I survived my birthday which was a real crying fest. I had run out of chocolate and was into plain marzipan. A batch of brownies yesterday wiped away my tears and dark mood just in time for a rain storm. So in the dimmed light I cracked open my latest bead book and dutifully made some samples. I was so bored and bummed that I returned to making the star pins and my happiness was complete. The star is not. There are two small points to be finished today and then what? Another star? Maybe just a brownie. No, nothing soothes my soul like pulling thread through a glass bead. Now I ask you, "Is that so terrible?"