I've been interested in blogging for a while now, but full of doubt. Who wants to read about my 'mundane' life? Who cares what I wore and what I did (or lack there of)? I must really credit my fiance for giving me the final push and putting things into perspective. Day in and day out, he has observed my voracious consumption of blogs (sadly, to the point where I talk about these people like they are my friends, haha :/ ) and finally had asked me, "why don't you do a blog?" Slumped in our recliner, I turned, "because who would care?" The inner, insecure voice getting the better of me. "Well," he started, standing rather confidently in our living room, "I think you're interesting. All these blogs that you follow, you do all those things. You sew and craft, garden and cook. You make your own clothes, do your own hair and make up" (at this point I should note that we aim for a retro 50's look. Rockabilly, if you will. So, to say I do my own hair and make up, to him, is a skill). But what he said next is what hit home to me, "At the end of the day, do it for yourself. You start a blog and nobody follows? So what? At least you have this place where you have photos and a documentation of your life." And he's right. At least this will be a place to document my life. A place I can go back to to remember the little things I did day-to-day. So that's what I aim to do. This will be a place I record projects and trips, meals and memories. (I did say it was the corny first post.)
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| One of the only pictures of me not eating.... |
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