Sometimes, it's the way a vine twines around a branch, or the sound of fiddles on a courthouse lawn.
This time, it was bubbles--my sons and their bubbles, their bubble machine and a soft summer's evening, bubbles floating on the breeze.
I've created a new series, based on the bubbles we blew. Each pendant and necklace is unique, but unlike the fleeting joy of bubbles, these will last.
- Leigh
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