In these deeply uncertain times, it’s really the little things that can keep us sane.
Take the tiniest bottle of Champagne in my Brooklyn, N.Y., home. It’s about two-inches tall, and its content costs roughly $1 per ounce. Pop the plastic cork, and you’ll find a narrow wand from which you can blow tiny, glittery bubbles. It’s entertained my nearly 1-year-old for hours over our time in quarantine (18 days, thus far), and the little container, which looks like shrunken Perrier-Jouët, gives me a chuckle each time she grabs it. Also to my delight, it’s a rare form of amusement that neither moos, honks, squeaks, plays electronic-sounding Mozart snippets, nor requires a great deal of energy expenditure from me, exhausted work-from-home mom. It’s truly saved me from the brink of many a meltdown.