Earlier, I have mentioned that I like to bead wherever I can, including in the car. Saturday my husband and I were taking an hour long trip. He would be driving so I brought along some beadwork. I am following through on my intentions to enter a "bigger" exhibit and I am working diligently towards a goal for early in 2013. We weren't out of the driveway before all the beads in my tray (no lid) had spilled all over the car. As we were picking up something big, we were driving our old van, which is usually used by our son, so the beads were mingled with dirt, sand and other debris. I was SO mad at myself! There were three different beads I was using, and I made concerted efforts to retrieve all of the most expensive ones and had to give myself permission to let go of the cheapest ones, matte black, size 11 seed beads, which were never going to be separated from the detritus in the car mat. My husband encouraged me to go back into the house and reload my stash, and was incredibly patient with me. I was furious with myself and needed to do some deep breathing to move on and use the time constructively, which was what I'd intended from the start. I'm sure every header has a similar story (or many). As precious as each bead is,sometimes, we just need to accept that our time is more valuable and focus on that. Some days,