09/21/2026
Apparently, beading is trending again.
I know this because TikTok has figured out that I can spend an unreasonable amount of time watching complete strangers dump bags of beads onto a table.
Bead hauls. Tutorials. Necklaces. Charms. You get the idea!
I've been doing quite a bit of that myself lately, and somewhere along the way it brought back a memory I'd almost forgotten.
When I was little, my mom made jewelry. She had beads, pretty rocks, chains, clasps and all the things. Then there were the plaster molds. If you grew up in the late '60s or early '70s, you might remember those. We'd pour them, wait for them to dry and then paint them. Mushrooms, peace signs, those great big flowers...
Funny thing is, I'm seeing those everywhere again too. Everything really does come back around.
Over the years I've gone through plenty of creative phases of my own. Rubber stamping. Scrapbooking. Weekends spent with friends surrounded by enough paper, scissors and supplies to stock a small store.
And then there's my sister. She once decided the best way to make homemade glitter was to put glass Christmas ornaments into heavy-duty plastic bags and beat the heck out of them. We have never let her forget it. Apparently creativity comes in many forms. Some are just more violent than others.
But I've been thinking about why so many of us keep coming back to making things. Maybe it's because when our hands get busy, our minds get a little quieter. There's a little pride in saying, “I made that.” And there's something special about making something for someone else. A handmade gift carries a little message with it: I spent some of my time thinking about you.
And maybe the thing we're making isn't always really the point.
Sometimes we're making a reason to sit together.
A place where conversation happens.
A little confidence.
A little quiet.
A memory.
So now I'm curious...
What did you make growing up? What did your parents or grandparents teach you? What hobby have you picked back up—or what are you making now?
And if your answer involves pulverizing Christmas ornaments, well that's ok, there is always one in the crowd!
Pull up a chair. Tell me your story.