Looking for a bead store

While doing stuff with beads after elisem left yesterday, I realized that Beads of the Month, while informative and delightful, doesn't leave me with lots of things that want to go together into pairs of earrings. Also, the few beads I picked up at Toho Shoji a while ago don't go well with what I got from Elise.

So, I want more beads. (Also more French hook style findings, but that should be easier.) Do any of you know good bead stores in New York City? Manhattan (especially downtown or the West Side), the West Bronx, or downtown Brooklyn by preference--basically, reachable easily starting in Upstate Manhattan, meaning by the A, 1, or a small selection of buses.

Google finds me lots of listings for bead stores in New York, and I have no quick way of telling the good from the bad.

Looking for a bead store

While doing stuff with beads after elisem left yesterday, I realized that Beads of the Month, while informative and delightful, doesn't leave me with lots of things that want to go together into pairs of earrings. Also, the few beads I picked up at Toho Shoji a while ago don't go well with what I got from Elise.

So, I want more beads. (Also more French hook style findings, but that should be easier.) Do any of you know good bead stores in New York City? Manhattan (especially downtown or the West Side), the West Bronx, or downtown Brooklyn by preference--basically, reachable easily starting in Upstate Manhattan, meaning by the A, 1, or a small selection of buses.

Google finds me lots of listings for bead stores in New York, and I have no quick way of telling the good from the bad.

Boring and sensible

Sometimes cutting myself slack and doing the sensible thing means skipping something I would enjoy. In this case, a party. I was looking forward to seeing people, but it would have been an hour and a half each way; I've done two social things in the last few days, and am going to Boston next weekend, and it seemed imprudent. I hit the point of realizing that I'd regret staying home, but I'd probably regret going, for different reasons, and that the sensible thing was to turn around, come back here, and drink tea with cattitude.

elisem posted, quite well, on related matters a couple of days ago, under a heading like "The Intermittent Elusiveness of Desire." Sometimes the things I want are elusive; sometimes, odder and in some ways more distressing, desire itself is elusive.

Boring and sensible

Sometimes cutting myself slack and doing the sensible thing means skipping something I would enjoy. In this case, a party. I was looking forward to seeing people, but it would have been an hour and a half each way; I've done two social things in the last few days, and am going to Boston next weekend, and it seemed imprudent. I hit the point of realizing that I'd regret staying home, but I'd probably regret going, for different reasons, and that the sensible thing was to turn around, come back here, and drink tea with cattitude.

elisem posted, quite well, on related matters a couple of days ago, under a heading like "The Intermittent Elusiveness of Desire." Sometimes the things I want are elusive; sometimes, odder and in some ways more distressing, desire itself is elusive.

Slack

The main thing I've done today, other than dither about what to do, is watch March of the Penguins. I liked it, though if we borrow/rent the DVD again at some point, I'm definitely going for a non-English soundtrack, or none at all. The bit about plate tectonics at the beginning barely makes up for the made-up "legends" about Emperor penguins as a tribe that stayed in Antarctica when everyone else left as it got cold, and I can do without some of the other twee bits. Gorgeous photos, though, including the ones that didn't have much directly to do with penguins, like the aurora australis and the close-ups of icicles dripping.. Newly hatched penguins poking out from between their fathers' feet are extremely cute.

I suspect I'll be shown this on the bus sooner or later. (Some of the Greyhound/Peter Pan buses on the New York–Boston route have video monitors, and Peter Pan shows G-rated films. (The ones actually run by Greyhound are film-free.))

Slack

The main thing I've done today, other than dither about what to do, is watch March of the Penguins. I liked it, though if we borrow/rent the DVD again at some point, I'm definitely going for a non-English soundtrack, or none at all. The bit about plate tectonics at the beginning barely makes up for the made-up "legends" about Emperor penguins as a tribe that stayed in Antarctica when everyone else left as it got cold, and I can do without some of the other twee bits. Gorgeous photos, though, including the ones that didn't have much directly to do with penguins, like the aurora australis and the close-ups of icicles dripping.. Newly hatched penguins poking out from between their fathers' feet are extremely cute.

I suspect I'll be shown this on the bus sooner or later. (Some of the Greyhound/Peter Pan buses on the New York–Boston route have video monitors, and Peter Pan shows G-rated films. (The ones actually run by Greyhound are film-free.))