Pop Beads

As early as I remember, we had pop beads. My grandmother had them and they looked like pearls. She often wore them to church and had several strands of different pale pastel colors.

The great thing about pop beads was that you could make the strand as long or as short as you wanted by snapping the individual beads together. You could even fashion a bracelet from them as long as your wrist was not too small.

Each bead had a stem that popped into a hole on another bead. They were a fashion statement in the 50’s and 60’s.

Pop beads were made of plastic, resin or lucite and their translucent look made them look like pearls. They were actually well made and would last a long time unless owned by a child. You see, for a child, the constant popping and un-popping the beads was irresistible. Especially in the middle of church service. If you were skilled, you could ease the beads apart quietly by slightly bending them which, in time, would weaken the connection. If they were new, they made a lovely “popping” noise when pulled apart.

I bought a strand of vintage pop beads off eBay for my sister before she passed away. Even with so many girls in the family, none of our pop beads survived.

Now they are sold as children’s toys and come in a variety of bold or neon colors. That would never be suitable for a fashionable lady of my era.

I could not find a photo I felt I could use here, but I will keep looking.

Did you own pop beads?


So Hey…Can We Be Vulnerable For A Minute?



Reading my daughter’s blog made me teary-eyed. She is such a light in my life. What is it in life that tells us that being vulnerable is a fault? We fight so hard to be seen as strong while doing harm simply because we cannot been seen as weak in any way. Even if you do not suffer from the things she has endured, this post has a powerful message for all of us.

Two Moms And A Toddler

Before I get into the details of my emergency hysterectomy in an upcoming blog, I want to take a moment to talk about the weeks and days leading up to it. I want to talk about vulnerability. I have had to work extremely hard at allowing myself to be vulnerable with even my closest confidants within my own tribe. I pride myself in being a strong woman. In my younger years, I viewed “strong” as NEVER being vulnerable to anyone. — sort of like the tag line for that commercial for Dry Idea deodorant in the 1980’s: “Never Let Them See You Sweat.”

Knocking down my purposeful and strategically built “wall of strength” has taken many years and while I’m not perfect at it, I am fully aware that vulnerability is the most effective and positive way to connect with others. This is one of the reasons why I’m sharing…

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