Sunday, February 14, 2010

I Love Balloons.

I really do. I bought some at the store yesterday for spencer for Valentine's Day and I've been absolutely, 100% delighted with their presence in my home.

They're so cheerful and inspiring, you see, because they float! What, other than helium-filled balloons, really just floats (in the air, that is)! There's something so composed about it and so epic. But balloon's are rather unassuming about the fact that they can float and nothing else, really, can. I've never once felt taunted by their aptitude to, literally, reach for the sky.

I love the colors, too. There's something regal and majestic about a shiny, solid colored balloon floating confidently with the rest of the pack. I've never really been one to like the tie-dye looking balloons and I think that's because I find the multi-color look distracting. The tie-dye balloons are trying to be the whole bunch of balloons in ONE. And I just don't think it works like that. I think that tie-dye balloon must be pretty insecure, trying to be all the colors at once - - you can't please everyone, you know.

I think I'll buy myself a balloon every once in a while and tie it to my wrist. There's no way to be unhappy, then.

Have a lovely Sunday, everyone!

God bless.


  1. My nephew is positively obsessed with balloons, especially hot air balloons. Last Halloween my sister made him a hot air balloon costume. It was epic.

    What's there not to like about them?

    (P.S. This is Debbie from your Freshman ward/building.)

  2. There are pictures of me on my first birthday with an expression of both fear and anger at a helium balloon beside my highchair.

    I quite like them now though. This post made me like them even more, especially that second paragraph.

    Kate x

  3. I know what you mean about balloons. :) I bought myself flowers this morning, in a similar vein.

  4. thanks for your hapiness tips.
    i bet you can make everything be inspiring an thats wonderful!