Whack a Bead

Getting ready for this upcoming weekend's annual women's retreat at the beach, which in my case this year means whacking what seems like an endless parade of magazine pages into skinny little strips so everyone can make those little rolled-up paper beads out of them. Gaaaah. It really seemed like a good idea at the time, but by golly they better like it now!

Going buggy-eyed after doing this for literally hours and must go stare at something else, like LJ.

Ahhh.

That's better. Thank you for not being little strips of coloured paper, Flist.