In Which My Schedule is Pretty Much Like a Grown-Ups, But With Balloons

Does anyone here remember my old blog?  You know, the one I had in high school, then replaced with this one after my my-blog-no-longer-fits-my-new-college-lifestyle freakout and a half?  It was called “Of Writing and Knitting, Tunes and Balloons”?  Anyone?  No?  Fine.  Well, it existed.

(Don’t go looking for it, oh by the way.  I had to take it down because people were sending me a deluge of comments in foreign languages that Google Translator told me were wildly inappropriate).

At any rate, the balloon part of the title was in reference to my after school gig working at a party store.  I loved that job with all my heart.  I think it was because I’m pretty shy in general, so I liked being forced to talk to people because my job depended on it.  Or, you know, I’m five and balloons tickle my fancy.  Whichever.  But I had to leave it when I went to college, where I found a job that I like just as much because no customers are mean to me, I enjoy the people I work with, and no customers are mean to me (that’s important).  Also, database management is apparently part of my skill set (other skills include and are limited to: turning yarn into wearable objects, walking into things, balloon making, and writing stories about old people that feature unintentional dark humor).  Nonetheless, I missed my party people.

Which brings me to the news that I have returned to my party store roots for the summer!  I know, please try to contain your excitement.  I am very happy, and it is reminiscent of some of the few things I enjoyed about high school (whoa, angst).  It also means I’m working at least six, sometimes seven, days a week.  I’m also taking a class, which is eight hours in addition to the thirty to forty I work each week, plus the eighteen hours a week I spend on the train to get to my college job and to class.  That’s a lot of hours!  And look what hobby I just added to my already expansive list of stuff-to-make:

Why yes.  That is a sewing machine and a sewing box covered in adorable pictures of dresses from the ’50s.  Sleep is for the weak.

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Posted on June 16, 2010, in Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. I remember that old blog. I especially loved the title. I’m glad you are back at the party store (though it doesn’t affect me at all) but balloons are awesome and I know what you mean about high school. I’ve been playing with the jazz band a bit recently… basically my favorite part of high school… fantastic.
    Anyway I miss you. When your class is done we should get together. We MUST get together! 🙂

  2. I don’t remember any high school blog, sorry I don’t believe you.

  3. And what will you do with your sewing machine? I started quilting with mine, but now I want to start sewing bags and aprons – cute vintage ones. Fiber is addictive, I tell you.

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