Blog and other works of literary sense
|When I was in college, I earned money to pay for school at the local hospital as a clerk. I had enough money that I paid for most of my schooling from the jobs that I had. The first job I had was as I said, a clerk. Then when I graduated and went to graduate school, I worked in a blood gas lab. I didn't shop for clothes that were for appearance's sake. They had to be worn to match what everyone else wore at work, or thereabouts. I wore jeans most of the time. I shopped at JCPenney's, the old Blocks store and LS Ayres which became Macy's later. The only time I wore dresses was when I worked in retail at these stores, except for Blocks. Those were lean years for me but I had to look presentable for the customers. Once I took sewing lessons. I've discovered that materials were expensive. Why would I make my own clothes when the department stores had a sale that you could shop for at a much reduced price and I didn't have to lift a finger to sew anything. Oh, I made basic clothes like an elastic waist pair of pants and skirt. I also made a pair of tweed pants that was unfinished because I didn't know how to sew zippers. Those pants were lovely. I would fasten them with a big safety pin and wear a long pullover on top of it.
Those were the days when I had fun. Now that I'm on a fixed income, I can't afford to use money for hobbies. Only on writing do I spend my time. I hope there will be a day when I'll have more income so I can help my Dad with the house. It has its troubles.