Botheration! Snow!

...or the interconnectedness of all tasks.

I have a very colorbright necklace mostly laid out on the bead board, and this morning I noticed some dislodging of the layout that strongly implied feline intervention. So, I figured I would go ahead and string it up today, so as to eliminate the danger of more weasel- kitty-help. But in contemplating the design, I decided to switch from just stringing it on SoftTouch with a clasp on it, to doing a continuous strand thing, a la Coltrane, knotted on silk.

I could *swear* I bought some silk thread spools for necklace knotting back when the local bead shop was going out of business. At least some large-size spools of the nylon. I can just about taste them, I'm so sure I got them.

But can I find them? Not a sausage.

So in hopes of uncovering them, I've been pottering away at my various bins and bags of beads and findings and wire and such, organizing them a bit (by which I mean grouping things like with like, and extracting all the unrelated random bits that got shoved in to the nearest container when I was in a hurry to tidy, which process tends to make some parts of the work surface and storage bins more organized, while radically increasing the entropy in other parts of same. Sometimes I think all I do is move the entropy around. This is extra tricky in a place too small to allow for an entropy room). So now my work desk is messier, and I still have no silk thread.

Around noon it started snowing. At that point, I hadn't yet given up hope of finding the thread I was looking for. Then I figured it would stop soon enough, and I could go out to a bead store. Then I figured I hadn't looked hard enough for the thread. Now I'm wondering if I want to venture out anyway -- driving on snow is actually not bad, once enough of it accumulates--if the bead store is even open in this stuff. Sigh

Good thing I had already given up on the idea of going up to Bellingham this weekend.