I've been wanting to start another blog for a while, but I wanted it to be linked to my business plans and my cohesive, narrowly focused, and beautifully designed brand. However, that is a work in process as I continue to explore what I want to be when I grow up (I'm 33). I constantly feel that I will never be creative enough or that I lost out by never taking any real art classes. Every time I look at the beautiful curations on Etsy's front page or read an article in Country Living magazine about a couple who has renovated their own farmhouse and sells free range chicken eggs at the local farmer's market, I feel a wave of inferiority crash over me. But it's not real. It's strategically cropped. Just beyond the frame there may be a messy pile of clothes or a couple whose marriage is failing.
At the Memphis airport this week, I ate a sausage and cheese plate, drank some wine, and finally typed up the first blog posts which I'd handwritten on some Edible Austin magazine pages on an airplane because I didn't have any paper. That was in March. My turnaround on posting blog entries is averaging six months at this point.
So, I guess what I want to do is make a blog about my complete confusion on how to properly photograph my Odd Bird picture frames in natural light or how to make graphic designs in Photoshop or why I just can't seem to figure out the freaking iCloud or how I can never get stains out of clothes or any other of my other seemingly silly struggles. Because I bet I'm not the only one who can't figure out how to sew a zipper or make salad dressing that doesn't congeal and get all gross in the fridge. I may still have beautiful pictures of my life at times, but I think I'll include a dose of what actually happened. Like all the keywords I googled before I found the best way to cook eggplant or the natural cleaner recipes I tried before I found the one that worked (I haven't actually done this yet) or the lessons I learned on the three project failures before the success. Here's to keeping it real.