Bubble lights make me HAPPY.
Brightening and bubbling at Christmastime since the 1950's...I've found the perfect spot for my string of bubble lights.
They don't work on my tree too well: they always fall down, but I have this big unsightly window and sill that needs brightening at Christmastime.
It's my most un-favorite window all year, but with these beauties bubbling away at Christmas, I LOVE IT!
How could I not?
To solve the problem of the light string sliding and of the lights not being able to stand up on their own, up the stairs I went to the fabric closet. I found the perfect specimen! A thick piece of Christmas-y fleece folded to fit the sill.
(This old sill is about six inches or just a little less. It's the only wide sill in the house.)
Then I went back up to the attic and took a dive to the back of the stack of bins of Christmas junk and found an old used piece of garland to attach the bulbs to so they'd do their job which is to bubble and make me feel giddy.
Then I added a few old dollar store snowflakes to reflect and shine the bright light...and a few beads to help them out.
These are not the old, dangerous bubble lights. They are just a few years old, Mr. Farmhouse brought them home from the hardware store.
They're happily bubbling away!
I wonder if they'd like the job full-time?