My blog debut was in June of 2007. It was like claiming my own little piece of cyberspace! Even so, it was not new territory for me. It was more like an upgrade to something I already loved.
As teenagers, my girlfriends and I used to exchange homemade newsletters. I called mine Kare-Pages. My press room was a bedroom closet with sliding wood panels to quiet the world. I sat cross-legged in front of my makeshift desk: an old record player with a Smith Corona typewriter perched on the lid. I remember how muffled, striking keys sounded in clothed quarters.
As teenagers, my girlfriends and I used to exchange homemade newsletters. I called mine Kare-Pages. My press room was a bedroom closet with sliding wood panels to quiet the world. I sat cross-legged in front of my makeshift desk: an old record player with a Smith Corona typewriter perched on the lid. I remember how muffled, striking keys sounded in clothed quarters.
I had ambiance, too! I burned strawberry oil in a miniature lamp, drank generously-sugared Lipton Orange Pekoe Tea, and my cassette player had Vic Damone crooning, "On the Street Where You Live." (I bet Vic never new I was in the closet.)
I cherish these memories and I still have the photocopied newsletters. It's amazing that we came up with such good material without Googling!
Nowadays, I enjoy my real desk, my Mac, and the Internet. And my clothing no longer smells like burnt strawberries.
Thankfully,
4 comments:
You're the most punny person I know. Thanksgiving blessings to you my friend. xo
Happy Thanksgiving to you and your sweet family dear Karen.
A very sweet post my friend.
Smiles♥
Beverly
What fun memories! :)
I remember hearing these memories but never new about the strawberry oil. Little details that add to my mental picture of your teenage self. :)It would be awesome to read one of your home-made newsletters if you still have one! XOXOX -Breezy
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