I have always loved the poem The Bells by Edgar Allen Poe. This poem came to mind the other day as I cleaned and sorted the craft supplies I was hoarding in my dreaded craft room closet.
It seemed like every container, bag, basket and box I sorted through contained some sort of bells. Apparently every time I needed bells for some craft I was working on, I would buy some. Probably because I was unable to locate the stash I had hiding in amongst my other stuff.






Now they have found a nice home in their own container. I had enough to fill a shoebox sized container, which is a lot considering some of these bells are pretty tiny. So next time I need a bell, I can go to my neatly organized closet and pull out the container marked “Bells” and find one that is just right for the project!
I will now leave you with the first verse of this famous poem.
Hear the sledges with the bells -
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens, seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.
Have a great day!