I’m pretty sure that I’ve mentioned perler beads before. If not, I should have. These darn things are addictive and everytime we bring them out they end up taking up the entire dining room table and many, many hours of our time. The kids and I love them.
Rosie, not to be outdone, copied some Pokemon images, resized and pixelated (is that a word?) them and is making giant guys.
As I was stocking up on them a woman at the craft store said she buys them for road trips. She said every hotel room has an iron and she doesn’t care if the beads get everywhere. Brilliant.