loose bubbles in need of homes
When I was a little girl, we would visit grandma in Brooklyn. I can still see myself in her huge kitchen—in a child’s perspective. It probably was constructed in the 1920’s, the paint on the drawers was thick and cracked. I would pull open a special drawer with all my might where she kept her button collection. Every time I visited grandma, I visited the little man playing golf in the bubble button. I was fascinated by being able to look into his world where he was just about to swing his club. I wondered if he could see me, if he was lonely, or happy.

One day I found him on ebay. He must have escaped grandma’s button, because he was now living in a charm, ready to hang on a bracelet. He is awaiting a new home along with several other bracelet free bubble charms.

Here we have:

A clock
Spring flowers
A terrier
Niagara Falls surrounded by a frame of faux pearls
2 colorful fish