Making like Mabel. Whatever, that was my outfit before it ever found her lifeless form.
And then this happened...
Brumpf!!!! Of all the days/times/places.
Maybe the cold snapped it right apart.
So there I am, mittens off (so, so cold) chasing after beads while nimbly avoiding what is now frozen and flattened dog poop (the "forgotten" dog detritus knows no season here and weathers appropriately, if you must know) and trying to avoid other people and cars.
Of course it happened on a freaking hill.
And the necklace didn't give it all up at once, the rest of my walk was punctuated with randomly falling beads, necessitating a mitten removal each time. (I remind you, it is bitterly cold here.) This happened maybe 10-12 more times. Oh, and there were beads in both of my boots, so I was penanced by my necklace for taking it out in the cold. Each step was painful. As I said to someone, I realized--as I was there squatting to pick up beads off the poo-riddled sidewalk trying not to snot all over myself--that I am above nothing.
Now I have to re-string the damn thing.