A charming little story this week at BeadFX

I was sitting at my favourite watering hole – the Antiqued Gold Anchor. It’s called the Anchor because it is a-weigh down by the water. I was nursing a drink at the bar – poor little drinky-poo – I don’t think it’s gonna pull through. The bar is so old that the bartender is listed in the antiques price guide. I was contemplating the arrow of time, and the damage it had ravaged on my life. You want to talk about the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune? Sister, I could spin you a tale. Suddenly – the door bangs …