16/05/2026
The pictures don't do the mess justice but here the side of the balloon business i don't show you in the Instagram reels... 🙈
Today, not one but TWO bubble balloons decided they'd rather explode than spread happiness, The ceiling is now aggressively decorated with 5" balloons (very interesting interior design choose) the floor looks like a bomb went off at Fort Knox, and I've inhaled enough helium to accidentally narrate my breakdown in a chipmunk voice.
The gold leaf? it's everywhere, On me, in my hair, In my coffee and probably in my lungs. I'll be finding it for the next year atleast and archaeologists will probably discover it in 3,000 years and wonder what kind of ritual took place here.
The helium (the expensive helium) just... gone. Floating away into the atmosphere to do absolutely nothing useful while I stand here, broke and surrounded by chaos, questioning every life decision that led me to this moment. 😭
Balloon: 2. Me: 0.
Bubble balloons may be removed going forward because I think I've PTSD now.
