That's what it is called when you have lots of little piles of leftover beads and throw them all in one pot... Or in this case in eight pots.
I got out my # 15 beads today and then I also thought of my #15 bead soup.
Of course Tessie got involved... She was not happy that I made the examples with clasps that wouldn't open.
The last one I found was in the Archeologist's office. I gave it to her and told her to put it away and haven't seen it since.
She likes the one that I made today, but I outfoxed her by making it so that it doesn't open. She can't get the clasp undone, so I won't have to worry about these pieces. Did I mention that her ears aren't pierced? She will probably squirrel them away somewhere anyway. She keeps petting them and whispering, "Mine... All mine..."
Tomorrow I am going to attempt to teach the witches to make them and I will write directions for you at the same time.
See you then.