So I’m starting another blog. If your response is, “I.can’t.take.any.more.words.from.her.” then please, don’t read it.
If your response is “Great! I’ll follow that one!” then please, read it.
If your response is “Oh, she’s too blunt, and sometimes a little irreverent. I find her a little offensive.” then definitely read it.
This isn’t my first blog, the other one I’ve posted some…and then less…and then none. So I’ve picked up my bag of stuff and squeezed again onto the packed train of bloggers. There’s the Political Bloggers, reading all the other Political Bloggers and vacillating between looking very grumpy and doing face palms. Then there’s the Cooking Bloggers, sardined into their seats with their pots and pans and EVOO and chocolate…so.much.chocolate. There’s the Fashion Bloggers, wearing prints that haven’t been put together since a scarf booth at a Turkish street fair. Over there are the Crafting Bloggers, waiting for the other Bloggers to throw away the sleeves from their coffee cups or perhaps lose a button–because it all has potential…so.much.potenitial. And there’s the Mommy Bloggers, on their way to the Farmer’s Market with their brood of beautifully dressed children, who have been told if they are naughty, their monthly ration of Netflix will go from 25 minutes to 15, and if they’re good, they will get an extra-big quinoa&kale smoothie when they get home. And me. With my Mary Poppins bag of Two Boys, Art, Book Reviews.. Movie Reviews…Food Reviews (oh How I love to eat!)…Travels…Cartoons…General Opinions on Everything… you get the idea.
We just moved to Virginia in the beginning of June, and I’m still working on my house (how many more months til I have to tackle my closet and quit claiming the just-moved-in-clause?). On my easel is a rotation of not-finished paintings. In my head is a new children’s book I’ll be painting & writing up. So hop along, or dash in and out. Leave comments, or don’t. Agree with me, or not. It’s up to you.