First blog posts are awkward. They usually come across as overly-sentimental or trying-too-hard. A lot of people in my life have been asking for this blog for a long time, either to see photos or get recipes (that I usually forget to email them when they request). I have a sneaking suspicion that the rest of the people who have wanted this blog would like me to have an outlet for my general rantings other than their ears. Which, I suppose, is legitimate.
There is a veritable graveyard of abandoned blog attempts in my past. Usually I don’t get past the design phase. I have been known to be somewhat
neurotic particular about blog design, spending days on end searching for the perfect serif font and pared-down WordPress theme, just to finally arrive at the writing-about-my-life-and-the-things-I-like part of blogging (oh, right, the content) and be far too intimidated by the blinking cursor to continue.
This attempt will be different. I often feel a bit self-centered writing about myself, so this blog is grounded in a concrete space: a house. It’s not about just cooking or just gardening or just anything, really–it’s about the happenings and comings and goings in a small corner of the world. I care about certain things, like food, that will definitely color the lens through which I see the yellow house. But I’d prefer to write less about what this effort is going to look like and spend more time actually doing it.