I have a sudden new addiction. Making rosaries. I loved them them I was a child and I've found that I still love them. Moreso now that I'm making them and picking my own beads.
I cannot tell you how many times I fumbled my fingers over one of these when I was a child. I wasn't clever enough to tell the Father that I was a good girl. Noooo, I had to be precisely honest and tell him that I stuck my tongue out at the neighbour-boy and wouldn't go to the store for my mother. Then I'd have to say the rosary as penance. My rosary was made of dainty little pink pearls and I'm sure I don't still have them because I wore them down to nothing during my fervent repenting for my sins. ;)
Note to all you vampire slayers out there: I don't have them blessed before selling so please do not rely on them to save you from the creatures of the night. Tongue sticking? Maybe. Vampires? Attempt at your own risk.
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