Never underestimate the buying power of a customer, especially a biker.


I never put my vintage beads on sale. They are worthy of their price. When I only have a few left, the price goes up.


If your name is Ruby, Garnet, Gemma, or Jade,  I already think you have cool parents.


Not all hippies are thieves; not all elitists are honest. Please people, don’t steal my beads; I don’t eat your bread and butter.


Never question the eclectic bead preferences of a woman over age 60.  She knows what she wants and is not afraid to be herself.


Sometimes you just have to walk away from a sale.  Nothing lost, nothing gained.


If you spot a flaw on an old or vintage bead, remind yourself “She Who Has A Flawless Body, Cast the First Bead.”


The Italians have a proverb, “La gallina vecchia fa buon brodo” meaning “the old hen makes the best broth.”   Just because a bead is old, doesn’t mean it can’t work in your design.  Old beads are beautiful too.


There’s nothing wrong with being stuck in one color.  You’ll never be disappointed.


If you ever think a bead store owner is ignoring her customer base, please remember, she’s running a business.  Many store owners would much rather be beading than stuck in the back office.


Never be shy to show me what you’ve created with our Venetian beads. I’m sure it turned out beautiful.


It’s okay to have a little buzz on while you’re creating, just not when you’re crimping.


We name some of our beads after artists such as Gino Severini, Gustav Klimt, Wassily Kandinsky, Claude Monet, and Piet Mondrian. Our beads are artistic paintings on glass.


When in doubt, buy two.


If you can’t sell a bead, you can always give it away for free.  Instant karma!


Fresh breath can make or break a sale.


I try not to refer to our beads as being in “a pile of junk” or anything negative.   Our beads are treasures.


If you’re recovering from back surgery, and a bead drops and rolls underneath a 300-pound antique bookshelf, do yourself a favor . . . and get the bead.


Don’t be ashamed to show a customer a broken bead.  Another man’s junk is another man’s treasure.


If at first, you don’t succeed, put it aside along with the other 100 projects that you’ll finish later.


Count your blessings and your beads.


Most men buy long cylinder-shaped beads and I don’t know why.


I’ll walk a mile for a chevron.


Not all of our beads are for sale; some are on display for bragging rights.


If I had the choice to attend a bead show or a rock concert, I’d choose a rock concert.  Musicians come and go, but beads will remain forever.


It’s probably not a great idea to take a sauna while wearing uranium fused beads around your neck.


Saint Anthony, patron saint of lost things, has found many of my beads.  Grazie Sant’Antonio!


For those who prefer to allow “fate” to decide whether or not the bead is going home with you . . . you snooze, you lose.


Shopping online is convenient; shopping in person is an experience.


When you say, “I’ll probably regret not buying this,”  I believe you.


If you are consistent and put your tool in the same place every time, you’ll never misplace it.  Yeah, right, tell me about it.


Why does it sound like we’re whispering when we say the word clasps?


Take time to talk to the elderly, the handicapped, and those with special needs.  They are customers too and you’ve made their day.