butterfly beads
I once had a butterfly stand,
where I sold hand colored paper butterflies to my mother, who wisely thought that safer and more creative than a lemonade stand.
I suspect she still has those paper butterflies, carefully stored away.
Now I have the chance to try my hand at butterflies again, shaky childish efforts only a mother could love. Click to see them fly.
Could this be an example of the mother-daughter butterfly effect?