my buzznet is going to explode because i have uploaded too many pictures this month and am not allowed to post anymore…so i am very said…and unless it gets fixed i dont know what to do…cause i like posting pictures on their first then putting them on here…cause they are bigger and better and so i dont know what im going to do…i guess i dont have to wait THAT LONG for the month to be over but still…
SO todays post will have to be postponed…instead im going to tell you a story…
when i was in grade 11 i started looking at what to do with the rest of my life…i had always always always wanted to be a teacher…i had been dead set on that since i was 5…but now i wanted to explore my options more and find a career that would be fun and creative…
so i looked into broadcasting but realized they make no money…and that just wasn’t going to cut it for me…cause i wanted to buy burberry and how was i suppose to do that with no money…
and then a thought came into my head…a rather odd one i guess…
my dad had grown up on a dairy farm and as a child growing up every sunday we would drive out to the farm and visit my grandparents and see the animals and it was the best time of the week…i was in love with the farm…it was my world, my life, my happiness…i could have spent every waking moment there…helping out…playing in the fields…hanging with the animals…i cant even express how much i loved it and how much it meant to me…
so…when it came time to career choices i SERIOUSLY considered going into farming and agriculture…i had this image in my head of wearing plaid shirts and overalls, big boots and my hair in pigtails – could i have been more stereotypical – and waking up every morning and doing all the farm chores…but to me they weren’t chores because they were going to be fun!
so i did some research and look at the different schools and realized that if i actually wanted to do this right i would probably have to move to alberta…cause it was basically farming central…and the thought of moving to alberta was basically the point where my dream of being a farmer died…cause honestly…moving from BC to Alberta…was not going to happen…
so instead i put that dream aside and figured that since i was good at sewing i would try and do something with that…then i found the fashion program at kwantlen and applied and figured that since it was so hard to get into…if i made it, that it was where i was meant to be…
and 4 years later here i am…could have been graduating from farming school but instead i am graduating from fashion school!
i told patz this story for the first time the other day and he just about died laughing…cause honestly…unless your parents were farmers and you grew up with it and plan to carry it on…no city chick in their right mind would leave it all behind to become a farmer…but then again i am always the exception to the rule…
pat suggested that i blend my two passions together – which i somewhat did for t.h.i.r.t.y.s.e.v.e.n – and design street fashions for the harvest…then go to alberta and sell them and become a millionaire…which, if i dont get a job here soon, i might as well friggin do cause it would be cool…with all the plaid…and all the farmers…ha
so if there had been a good school here…and moving to alberta didnt have to happen…i could very well be living on a 20 acre lot feeding cows and planting trees or something…
but who knows if i would have actually followed through with the plans…but i still wanna own a farm on day…even if its a hobby farm and im 80…
