When I visit a blog, I have no set rules on what I hope to find there....
a little eye candy is nice, usually in the form of something vintage or whimsical or just slightly off-kilter.
Even more so, I truly appreciate someone who can turn a phrase well,
who can draw remarkably vivid word pictures with such clarity
that I feel as though I've known them for ages.
is just such a person.
I remember well the first time I came across her blog.
I was hooked instantly, this gal had it all!
Impeccable style, unerring grace, the uncanny ability to transform the ordinary
into something transcendant.
Yep, she had all of those attributes in spades.
But that wasn't what kept me glued to my monitor reading her posts
for the better part of an afternoon.
It was her willingness to get real, to risk vulnerability, to share her hopes, her dreams, her fears.
All the rest, the striking visuals and the lyrical prose, was just icing.
I will likely never meet Elizabeth Maxson in person, but ultimately, that matters little.
To borrow and tweak her customary sig line,
she has sent so much of herself to all of her readers, from her house to ours.
That's the sort of blogger I want to be, too.
So, in the spirit of "getting real", I have to admit that I've been
wrestling with a lot of fears and insecurities
regarding the direction I hope to take with this blog.
Nothing specific or insurmountable, just a mish-mash of irrational neuroses
forming an interior perfect storm.
I have absolutely no intention of letting these pestering doubts derail me,
but it's been a bit of a struggle of late to keep the faith.
I'll share more on this as the days progress,
but suffice it to say that today and tonight have been a low point.
No pretty pictures in this entry, save for the one of lovely Elizabeth.
Just a little peek into my noggin with the hope that the cobwebs and tumbleweeds
in there haven't scared you off!
Blah, blah, blah, wrap it up, Annie. ;-)
Goodnight, sweet friends.