We know time doesn’t stand still for no one, no matter how hard we try to hang on to that one precious moment, it begins to so slip away the exact moment it occurs. I remember as a child I would be sitting at Mamma’s feet as she was beading and I would watch as she sewed. One bead at a time from a container of mixed size 10 beads. She would give me a tablespoon full of beads on a white cloth, as a variety of beads sat in front of me, I would separate the beads from the...
- CC Walk 2019