With the beads once again inside the baggie, I sat down in my favorite chair with a nice cup of coffee, grabbed my nylon beading cord, set the baggie on the table, crossed my legs, bumped the table, and to my utter horror, watched at the bead filled baggie took flight, and then exploded, once again, onto the rug.
Perhaps I am simply not destined to use these beads.
Although, picking these things up has brought to my attention the need to clean my floors more often . . . so I guess this technically should count as the start of my spring cleaning.