I lined up the latest batch of my house beads to photograph and I liked the picture so much I thought I would like to live there.
In a tiny town made up of tiny houses in all kinds of mad color, none of them too straight but all of them happy places.
I would have artist neighbors with happy studios and a liquor store. Dogs would poop out flowers and flowers would grow even if you forgot to water them.
All the animals would be well cared for and loved. There would be no scary people and no crime. Everything would be solar powered and the water would be pure and clean. Having roomfuls of beads would not count as hoarding. And you could shout out VAGINA and no one would care.