If you clicked on this tab going, "I'd better click here because I have no idea what's going on," I totally understand. Finding posts ranging in content from Lenny Kravitz and Pokemon to Dobby and ketchup is a little disconcerting when people are used to seeing a blog by a woman and expecting to find posts about her outfits, personal life, or angry rants regarding controversial religious or political things. I bet you're missing the "love story" tab too, huh?
"BUT SHE'S MARRIED. WHY CAN'T I SEE ALL OF HER WEDDING PICTURES AND CREEP ON SHE AND HER HUSBAND'S CONSTRUCTED RELATIONSHIP ON THE INTERNET?!"
It's hard, I know. It was tough for me to abstain from it as well. I really crave validation—it lets me know whether or not I made the right choice in marrying my husband. Without everyone's praise, it's really hard to trust myself or know if we're a trendy enough couple.
Just kidding. I MUST GET BACK ON TRACK. I said I was going to explain what this blog is, right? Right. Okay. Deep breaths.
(Now pretend like you and I are sitting around a campfire, and I have a piece of wheat sticking out of my mouth and all of a sudden I look like an old, wizened man with a playful, mischievous gleam in my eye and a gravely southern accent. If this is uncomfortable for you, you may take your s'more and leave the campfire, but I can't promise you won't attract bears in the forest. It's safer here. Okay. Here we go.)
Let me spin you a yarn.
It all began with the tiny 86¢ notebook I bought at a grocery store my freshman year of college. I was tired of all my ideas and thoughts populating dozens of sticky notes and torn slips of paper and written all over the margins of my notes in class, so I decided I’d bring this little guy home in an attempt to better organize them—and so I'd stop finding crumpled sticky notes in my pants. From that day on, I brought him around with me wherever I went, since inspiration would strike at any moment and I never wanted to forget any off-the-wall thing that popped into my head.
And oh, did they pop. Like corn. Or a fresh sheet of bubblewrap.