There’s something magical about bead shopping — the sparkle, the colors, the endless creative possibilities. Every trip to the bead store feels like stepping into a candy shop for grown-ups. But bring your husband along, and the adventure takes on a whole new vibe.
As soon as we walk in, I’m scanning the aisles, already planning my next bracelet design in my head. Meanwhile, my husband’s picking up beads like he’s on a secret mission — holding up new pieces and saying, “What about these?” with all the confidence of a man who’s never strung a bead in his life.
I smile, of course. I let him “help.” He’s so proud when he finds a strand he thinks I’ll love — usually something outside my normal colors or tones or metallics. But that’s part of the fun.
After a few minutes, he’s clearly done — ready to move on, check his phone, or ask if I’m almost finished. (Spoiler: I’m not. Not even close.) I’m deep in my zone, matching textures and colors, dreaming up what each bead could become.
By the time we leave, he’s convinced he helped create a masterpiece. And honestly? In his own way, he did. Every bead I buy, every piece I make, has a little story — even if that story starts with my husband saying, “You need this one; it looks like a galaxy.”
So yes, I shop with my husband. He picks his favorites, I pick mine, and somewhere in between, we find the perfect mix — of love, laughter, and a whole lot of sparkle.
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