We were nearly back to the beginning of a circular route
when we met a guy with a wonderful selection of old beads. He worked far too
hard at telling us about his experiences selling beads in London Markets, even
showing us his receipt book in Sterling with a recent sale in Camden. He needn’t
have bothered. I was hooked anyway and knew I would not be leaving empty
handed. He may have had a stall full of valuable beads but was only able to offer me this small broken piece of mirror with which I could admire them! The beads I am wearing here are now in my house and, evidently, are
ancient trading beads. The trader said I could look them up in his numerous
books to prove their authenticity. If they are fakes, I don’t care as I love
them anyway. They have a gorgeous smooth and heavy feel to them and have
clearly been worn many times before. Many thanks to Jeny for intervening and
buying me an early Birthday gift. How
lucky am I?
It was important to leave then, before I could get
completely carried away. We staggered to the car with heavy bags and I couldn’t
wait to explore my purchases at leisure and make designs for threading them.
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