Beads

I found out this weekend that breaking your necklace at a book signing is something that makes a great story later.

It was actually pretty funny. I always fiddle with my necklaces, and on Saturday I borrowed a beaded necklace from my grandma. And while I was at the Borders Express in the Exton Square Mall I continued to fiddle. I forgot that it wasn't my necklace, and the beads were merely strung on a thin string.

Oops.

The string snapped, and beads flew everywhere. I was totally shocked, watching them spray around me, off the table, and skitter into the main area of the mall. People all around started scooping up runaway beads. We gathered them into a bag. I couldn't stop laughing, and I continued to laugh. Each time I moved for the next ten minutes at least four more beads would go flying, and I'd start laughing again.

See what I mean? Good story.

Make sure you check out the article about my Doylestown book signing!