Summer Break for Adults…

As it inevitably does in fashion, my work slows down this time of year and around Christmastime.  It’s like being in school, I have a summer and winter break.  I haven’t decided if this is a good thing or a really bad thing but I’m currently letting myself believe it’s a good one.

I’ve been trying to put a list together of some things to do over my “summer break” (dear Lord, The Boyfriend is going to kill me when he hears I’m on a three month self-imposed vacay) and came up with some pretty good ideas.

 

PHOTOGRAPHY CLASS:

 

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since last year I chucked my Nikon in favor of iPhone pics.  Need to look into swapping back…

 

SEWING CLASS:

 

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since the last thing I sewed was a pair of ill-fitting men’s pajamas in college…

 

CREATIVITY ROAD TRIP:

 

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to get the creative juices flowing, like a creative kick in the rear…

 

WINE TASTING CLASS:

 

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no need for a description, love me some wine…

 

FRENCH LESSONS

 

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and by french lessons, I mean finish the french lessons I started last year…

 

I have three months.  Time to get back to work…

Oh Rosetta Stone…

So let me tell you what is hard.

The Boyfriend bought me this for one of my birthday presents.  It was a hint that someone needs to be the responsible one when we go and actually know the language.

Side story: when I was in college, my mom made me agree that since Fashion Merchandising was my major, I needed to declare something as my minor that I could fall back on.  I guess her point was so I could actually make some money (such as business or something else equally zzzz).  So I actually managed to make it all the way through my junior year without her finding out I was studying French instead (which was not well received) and in the end I had to change last minute to PR/Marketing (also not terribly well received but more so than French) so I could still graduate on time(ish).

I know I wasn’t smarter in college so I honestly feel the french language must have gotten significantly harder in the last couple years.

Maybe traveling is more fun when you just wing it.  Who likes being responsible?

No one.