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Bloomy’s Dictionary…how did I get here?

This is one loaded question! Are you ready for it? Ok, here we go…

To say I knew I’d be right here right now one day is far from the reality of it.  AND, let’s just say if you knew all the going-ons of my brain, we’d both be in the looney bin. If I told you how many ideas, projects, recipes, holiday dinners I’ve come up with in my life, you would think I was exaggerating. In fact, just telling you for my wedding reception I made the invitations, sewed 6 bridesmaid dresses combining two patterns, a mother of the bride and mother of the groom dresses, 13 flower girl dresses, hair flower clips for all the bridesmaids and flower girls, a foam sucker display for the candy bar like a wedding cake, the table signs, the tea light stickers, a 3 tier chandelier from curved pvc pipe and twinkle icicle lights, all the flowers from my bouquet, bridesmaid bouquets, table centerpieces, to boutonnieres and corsages, as well as the 5 tier wedding cake…to start…you may not believe me without the photo proof.  It’s a sickness. We have our own sickness, and mine is creating. One thing I learned in my madness creating, it’s not DIY, it’s CUSTOM! I take great joy in my custom creations and all the artisanal work that goes into them. All my creations are one of a kind. I knew I needed to change the meaning or connotation of DIY to what I see it as–custom work without the custom price tag.

Let me give you some background about Bloomy…me! At 16, I couldn’t find a job during the week to pay for my gas and car insurance for my commute to the University of MN, which I was attending for dual credit my junior and senior year of high school. I started with a weekend paper route with the StarTribune, and taking the bus…well a couple bus transfers…to the U of MN. I got a call to fill in for an old gentleman who was not well; he had one of the bigger older paper routes of the depot that had not been divided up since he had it for years. After subbing the route for two weeks, I was given his route permanently because the gentleman’s health didn’t permit him to haul papers through high rises anymore. This rocked the paper-route world, of which I still had no idea of. Well, we are all creatures of habits, and here I am, this tall 5’11” 16 year old brunette stuffing papers every morning at the paper depot among most men who could be my father, or fathers and sons, maybe one husband and wife team…to say I stuck out was in understatement, AND I got the most lucrative route–meaning you could deliver the most papers in the shortest time being paid by paper you deliver on your route. I had no idea a paper route at that time was a serious source of income at that time for some people, and the best paying route basically fell into my lap. The guy who stuffed his papers on the other side of my table–who I later found out was doing his route to make up for past due tax money taken out of his pay checks, so to say he was jealous of my route was putting it lightly, but he was still friendly and social with me–started calling me “Bloomies” as in “Bloomingdales” because I was “making so much money for a 16-year-old.” This made me laugh, but it stuck. “Bloomies” was shortened to “Bloomy.”

Little did I know less than 8 years later, my now ex-husband whom I was dating at the time, would tease me about my creative use of words and made up words, for which I never apologized for, and basically just became part of my panache and style. He dubbed it Bloomy’s Dictionary.  An English teacher who I team taught with my first year teaching said I was “almost, not quite, but almost as good as Shel Silverstein at making up my own words.” I’ll take it, and I take it all as a compliment!

You see I LOVE to create, even down to my words! Shel has nothing on me!

So fast forward 20 years into teaching high school math from remedial to upper division in some of CA’s and now NV’s most challenging public schools…I’ve worked hard every step of the way. Many of those steps took me places, like the Bay Area of SF and now Sin City, I never would have expected. Life changes that often felt like left field hits to my face and the biggest life trials I wasn’t sure I’d overcome in the midst of it, became my happiest times…until 5 years ago. Now I’ve never regretted teaching until the red tape started choking me, and I dreaded getting up in the mornings. The only escape I had were my creations, in what ever form they came in. While teaching in Las Vegas, I started to get this nagging to do something else…something more…something I absolutely loved…creating! So, then what? Little by little it dawned on me to start a blog. I’m such the foreigner the world of blogging, and all I know is what I know…to dive in the deep end and learn to swim. So here I am…and it couldn’t have happened at a better time! Cheers to this new path and thank you for joining me. We are gonna have some FUN! And remember, it’s not DIY, it’s CUSTOM!

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