Taking it’s place amongst my favourite posts of all time, without a doubt, verbal croquis’ how I got started post is the medicine I need right now.
It’s been two months since I graduated from university. It’s been two months of hope and confusion and dread, super highs and mega lows. It’s been two months of fitful semi-employment. It’s been two months of beginner’s mistakes, and rushed-feeling epiphanies.
Guess what? This is no secret! Looking for a job is hard. Trying to find where you belong is hard. I haven’t got it all figured out, that’s for sure…
My family insisted I go back to the bush with them this weekend. It’s always good perspective to go back. I don’t do it enough. I was willingly stuffed into a little canoe with my whole family and a picnic to travel to an island where there is not a single connection back to the rest of the world. It does my blackened, caffeinated, big-city heart good.
Highlights include much sighting of wildlife – two deer, a blue heron, a loon, and a squirrel that jumped at me from a garbage can, and a bunny that we saved from my family’s killer cat. All in one weekend. That’s not including all the dead animals we saw too, including a tragic nest of baby turtles that some coons feasted on. Life is cheap for baby turtles.
Of course the local free weekly newspaper is always a hoot. Particularly I like the opinion pages, where the evils of female adornment share equal time with shopping cart disputes.
Mom’s cooking is amazing as always – the fresh rhubarb custard pie was superb. Fresh lettuce picked a few minutes ago makes city salad taste like cardboard.
The town I used to go to school in has, in the course of the four years since I moved away, almost totally changed. Big box stores are moving in. It is turning from a one traffic light town to a three-traffic light town. It will never be like it was.
On the bus back from the boonies, I read a couple new books.
The Machine That Changed The World, discovered via the Fashion Incubator, is the product of a study that examined different methods of manufacturing in the auto industry. Not a book I might have found on my own. Yet I find it fascinating. I did not fully understand the difference between craft, mass, and lean manufacturing before.
Confessions of a Window Dresser by Simon Doonan is not much as far as writing goes – a quick, aimless read – but it’s an amusing view into the life behind the windows. I’m inspired by his willingness to throw it all together, the haphazard way he wandered through life, and of course his tongue in cheek, perverse window dressing style.
Oh well, tomorrow’s another day! I’m going to do another little journalistic foray into a new subject, I’ve got to do some work, and after that I’m also going to have coffee with another Canadian fashion blogger.