When your father is a theoretical physicist, even something as seemingly simple as a soap bubble becomes a science lesson. To this day - one of my earliest memories of learning from my dad was blowing bubbles, and his explanation of surface tension.
I still love bubbles - their ephemeral, iridescent beauty - like little floating jewels, always makes me smile.
When my husband and I got married, rather than having our guests toss rice or birdseed, we had them blow bubbles as we left the synagogue. This picture, with the bubbles in the foreground as we got into our limousine, is probably my favorite out of the hundreds taken than evening.
When my kids were little, we spent countless hours outside blowing bubbles and watching the dog chase them, trying in vain to catch them.
So, you ask - why bubbles this week? Well, it's summer - so why not - and it turns out bubbles have cropped up in my jewelry lately.
When I took Lorena Angulo's precious metal clay class at Creative Side a few weeks ago, one of the pieces I made was for my daughter; an Erlenmeyer flask pendant.
|Photo credit: Metalicious|
Sometimes, life moves so fast, we need to be reminded to step back and take a little time...to smell the daisies...or blow some soap bubbles.
Until next time.