tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post86318058144058457..comments2024-02-27T04:14:48.904-05:00Comments on Stitch Bitch: How do you get here?Anna van Schurmanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09545037218589039870noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-24788065315963848502007-04-05T05:34:00.000-04:002007-04-05T05:34:00.000-04:00I love books and can NEVER give them away - to any...I love books and can NEVER give them away - to anyone. I don't even like lending them to others. I think this stems from when I left my bag on the tube after visiting my Nan in hopsital. I must have been about 7 and it had a lot of Ladybird books in it which I remember vividly. Weird isn't it?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-3033859770191731812007-04-04T18:17:00.000-04:002007-04-04T18:17:00.000-04:00I am a psychiatric nurse never even came into my h...I am a psychiatric nurse never even came into my head when I was growing up. friends always called me aunty val thow and came to me with all the problems so maybe it was destiny<BR/><BR/>Valvaleriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12887951235147566795noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-25275459352106053262007-04-04T18:02:00.000-04:002007-04-04T18:02:00.000-04:00I clearly remember the day in junior high when, af...I clearly remember the day in junior high when, after taking an aptitude test, the guidance counselor told me that my skills indicated that I should become a secretary. Even as a conformist, non-confrontational ~12 year old, I thought something along the lines of "Heck, no. I'm going to college." College and secretariness being, in my limited experience of the time, two mutually exclusive optionsAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-65882620003611658682007-04-04T13:35:00.000-04:002007-04-04T13:35:00.000-04:00I wanted to write and to create with my hands. It...I wanted to write and to create with my hands. It took a longterm end run but I finally got there. I was one of those girls who had a workbench with small tools (not toys) and helped build my tree house. Then I sat in the tree house and stitched and read. From age 8, I wrote the class play every year. I did manage a minor in art history and one in English lit.Linnhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10207701302518493390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-37645591897385545712007-04-04T07:08:00.000-04:002007-04-04T07:08:00.000-04:00For as long as I can remember I've wanted to be a ...For as long as I can remember I've wanted to be a writer. I've had a lot of different jobs: hardware store clerk, receptionist, dental assistant, data entry operator, lab tech, the BBQ Pit, but writing was the one constant. Now at 43, that dream is very close to becoming a reality. <BR/><BR/>As far as what I was--I was that dorky kid that wrote plays for her Barbies, wrote my own General HospitalMelissahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11764998966877086819noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5709631.post-50317271226412246582007-04-04T03:01:00.000-04:002007-04-04T03:01:00.000-04:00I remember at various times in young childhood (un...I remember at various times in young childhood (under 10) wanting to be a downhill Olympic skier, a trombonist in Lawrence Welk's band, and a football player for the Rams. I've enjoyed all three activities at various times, though never professionally. ;) But ever since my mom bought me a typewriter and desk when I was 5 to 'make up for' my little brother, I have wanted to be a writer. And that mainely stitchinghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05915498269348257624noreply@blogger.com