Bubbles

My husband is on a mission to create the most gigantic bubbles. He’s been mixing soapy ingredients in a large bucket, combining various internet bubble recipes. Last night he spent two hours cutting apart a mop to use its string. Tonight we took our concoction down to Spencer Smith park. We attracted a crowd of gleeful children, adults with cell phone cameras, and old ladies in motor scooters. At a certain size, a bubble ceases being a perfect round orb and becomes an unearthly blob wobbling through the air like some alien amniotic sack.