Habitual Habitat of the Amy

I kept reading advice columns for how to bring sales to your etsy shop, and one thing they all said is to get a blog.

I can't say this blog has boosted my etsy sales, but it has given me yet another outlet for talking about myself, and that can't be bad--can it?

The direct link to the Etsy shop is HERE

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

The Tale of the Tiny Bead

Once upon a time there was a tiny bead who lived in a cylinder with all his brothers, sisters, and various sundry relatives. It was crowded but friendly, and the tiny bead occupied himself with traveling between the bottom of the cylinder--through which he could see another color of bead--and the top of the cylinder--where he could see all the colors of the sky.

One day, he was at the top of the cylinder, relaxing and looking at the sky.  The tiny bead remarked to himself how nice it was to live at the top of the stack of cylinders, for that surely provided one with the best view.  No sooner had he thought this than the sky twisted and vanished, replaced by a silver shovel--the likes of which the tiny bead knew only from tales.

The shovel mercilessly dipped into the cylinder and scooped out a large number of beads--including the tiny bead himself--and dumped them onto a flat surface.

The beads huddled together warily for they were not used to having so much extra space. There was another color of beads piled on the far side of the dish, but they were so different--not even green!--that the tiny bead's family did not wish to associate with them.

For awhile nothing happened. But then the earth began to shake and all the beads were forcibly scattered to all corners of their new home! Some of them even fell right over the edge!

"No!" Cried the tiny bead as he watched his fifth cousin four times remove vanish from site.

Soon all the beads were united in misery over the loss.

"This is horrible!" one bead--an incredulous white one--said.  "We have been brought here only to be lost to the Floor!"

The other beads were in agreement, and there was much lamenting.

But then the tiny bead had an idea.  "Let us bond together!" he said.  "If we call upon the Needle and the Thread, they will come in our time of need and bond us so that none will ever be lost!"

All the other beads knew the story of the Needle and the Thread, although they had thought it was just stories--but they'd also thought that the Shovel was only a story as well--so without too much discussion the beads all agreed that this was a wonderful idea.

They began to call for the Needle, who arrived at last as a silver shining line in the air, the misty-white Thread trailing behind it.

"Who will be first?" cried the Needle.  "Who will hold the place so that all other beads may be secured!"

At first it seemed that all the beads were be too afraid, but then the tiny bead spoke up.  "I will hold the end of the Thread in place so that all others may follow my example," he said. And the needle picked him up and carried him away.

It was not an easy job, but the tiny bead held on with all his might, and soon enough all the beads were joined together in one bracelet and they lived happily ever after.

The End

How's that for story selling?

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