Something Old, Something New

“Life is a cycle of ends and starts.” – Mark Webber

And sometimes the things we start are things we once ended. Once upon a time, I was a blogger. In 2011 I started a blog about my life. At the time my life looked completely different than it does now. My blog was full of want-to-be fashion posts, pictures of my dog, local food and quilting. I said goodbye to blogging about two years later – I was uninspired and personally in a really tough place. I lost the spark.

Fast forward to today. I woke up this morning with my 6-month-old asleep at my side. My husband was out in the living room with our 8-year-old and our dog, Gus Gus. For some reason, filling my half-asleep mind were thoughts of (re)starting a blog. I have long loved the creative outlet curating a space provides but have struggled in the past few years to find an outlet that feels authentic. I have always been an old-soul after all. I have always loved vinyl, black coffee (pero or chicory these days), quilting, staying home and thrifting. So, it feels fitting that I would gravitate toward the archaic space of blogging.

TikTok and Instagram feel like a flurry of chaotic activity, fighting for the chance to waste your time. But blogging? Blogging feels like reading a weekly letter from a friend. Like a warm blanket on a cold day. Like early mornings and sunshine and bare feet on grass. Let’s just visit with each other and catch up once a week.

Hi new friend. I am so thankful you’re here.