Something horrifying happened the other day. A tragedy of mammoth proportion…
Several of my lovely goddesses have been living happily in my bead box for many months now…some even years. You see, these goddesses are bald, and thus have a much harder time finding a home than the girls with hair.
There they were, snuggled happily in my bead box on a table in the office, when Hubby went into the office looking for something. That’s when I heard the loud crash followed by an OH NO! and some colorful expletives. I ran to the office to find Hubby on the floor quickly scooping up beads and putting them back in the box. “I’m so sorry, I broke your beads” is all he said. Surely a fall of three feet onto the carpet couldn’t break my beads I thought, alas, I was wrong. While most of the beads survived the fall completely unharmed, my poor goddesses did not fair so well.
Unfortunately, not even one of them survived 🙁 Their little necks are very delicate and the box must have hit “Just So”. Hair would have certainly given their dainty necks more strength and quite possibly saved their lives. OH, the humanity!
Euterpe (the ‘well-pleasing’): muse of music and lyric poetry
Terpsichore (the ‘[one who] delights in dance’): muse of choral song and dance