Bubbles

Bubbles. I do love bubbles. I enjoyed playing bubbles with my Fairy Godchildren when they were young. I had bottles of bubbles instead of rice at our wedding. My Dad's pet name for my mother was "Bubbles," although I never knew why. I have, at one time or another, owned every single kind of bubble wand from a small silver bubble necklace, to my favorite plastic bear that raises a wand when you gently squeeze his belly, to a giant wand that made 4 foot long bubbles. 

Even this past weekend, when we were babysitting our grands while their parents had an overnight getaway to celebrate a significant birthday, we brought along a foot-long bubble wand that delighted not only our grands but all the kids in the neighborhood. What is it about popping bubbles that kids love so much? We did a good job of wearing them out running around after the bubbles - bedtime is smoother when kiddos have had a good romp.

Anyway, when we went to the tile store for the umpteenth time, looking for something to cover the bathroom floor, what should we notice but a floor called "Bubbles!" Small, different sized circles of marble set into a silvery grout. Gotta have it! 

Things are starting to take shape, not in the house as yet, but in my imagination. Yaaay!