🎈 The Day the Balloon Floated Away

How a single Tots TV moment quietly started my lifelong balloon fascination.

I think my lifelong fascination with balloons began with one very specific moment: a Tots TV episode where the gang played with a helium balloon. It floated, shimmered, and then, just like that, drifted away.

It sounds simple, but even as a kid, that scene hit me. There was something about watching that bright, happy little thing rise higher and higher until it disappeared — something both magical and a little bit sad. It felt like joy and loss happening at the same time, and my brain just… kept it.

Over the years, that feeling turned into a full-on fascination. Balloons comfort me — their colours, their floatiness, the soft shimmer that catches the light. They spark creativity too; they’ve become part of my storytelling, my aesthetic, even my sense of calm. They’re a visual language I never grew out of — a mix of childlike wonder and quiet symbolism that still feels like home.

Looking back, that moment explains a lot about me. I’ve always loved things that sparkle and float, but I’ve also been drawn to what they mean. Balloons are fragile, fleeting, beautiful — like memories. They rise, they fade, but while they’re here, they make the world lighter.

And maybe that’s why, even now, when I see one on my feed, I have to click. Because somewhere deep down, that Tots TV balloon is still floating — a tiny piece of magic that never really left.

✨ Powered by nostalgia, pink, and a little helium dream.