What I have determined: this blog will not be about food. Like most American women, I have in incredibly complicated, antagonistic relationship with food, so I will not be posting gluttonous recipes.
I could wax glorious about coffee, however. I used to say that I did not trust people who didn't drink coffee, and then I met my best friend who did not. I had to change my tune.
I know what my husband's blog would entail: the dangers of plastics, vermiculite, and other environmental hazards. I have really become quite a paranoid person after living with him, and my daughter is developing quite an alarming hand washing habit.
My daughter's blog would be about fairies. She is currently tracking their existence in a very detailed notebook. Shells, pebbles, half-eaten acorns-- all proof of those mischievous beings.
My son's blog would be about Lego's, the most ingeniously designed toy, ever. Put them together once, perhaps twice at the most, and it's all over. Time to buy a new one. I actually aim at Lego pieces now with my vacuum.
My youngest daughter's blog would be about clothes. She is into the Kardashian look, and she is only four. It is really quite alarming for a Gap jean and white shirt momma. (Buttoned all the way up please. Although I do love a ridiculously high wedge sandal or two.)
Maybe tomorrow I will find my theme, my voice-- right now, I'll just post. You can erase these things, right?
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