In the 1600s, a juice extracted from acorns was adminis-tered to habitual drunkards to give them the strength to resist another bout of drinking. I'm not sure where I'm going with this, but I thought it was interesting. Back in North Carolina...every 4 or 5 years there was a rash of suicidal squirrels. Those you were completely certain were aiming for your car tires. I never could completely correlate it to a year with low acorn availability. Not that I tried terribly hard. I was really too busy dodging fluffy rodents.Anyway: A few beads, sparkly and unsparkly, that I played with tonight in my quest for acorn adornment.
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