Beady Little Eyes

Tuesday night I finished the last stitch on the pocket for Pineapple Perfection.

I thought.

In the middle of the night, I woke up and realized I needed to stitch on the beads that create the eyes for the birds. And then I started worrying that I would not remember those beads until I had put the whole thing together. I finally talked myself off the ledge and went back to sleep.

And I didn't think about it again until about 4:30 a.m. today, when I woke up again, trying to figure out what was nagging me. Beads, that's what was bothering me.

I rolled back over and tried to get back to sleep but since I had then remembered that I had already forgotten about the eyes once, sleep was not going to come.

This is the true mark of a stitching fool. I got up and went downstairs.

Now, as anyone who has kept up with this blog knows, I do not have a good working relationship with beads. I either flick them across the room or stab myself with the beading needle--assuming I can get it threaded in the first place--or drop them into a black hole or a rift in the space-time continuum, never to be seen again.

I needed four tiny little black beads.

There were four tiny little black beads in the kit.

No room for any of my usual disasters.

I found the black beading thread with no problem and got the needle threaded on the first try. I was amazed.

I very gently eased one of the beads out of its little plastic bag and cradled it in my left hand. I ever so carefully inserted the point of the needle into the hole in the bead and gently eased it onto the needle's shaft.  Barely daring to breath, I sewed the bead into its appropriate place.

And repeat.

And repeat.

And repeat.

And the birds have eyes!