I’ve just reviewied my past blog posts and I’ve found my writing style slightly grotesque. It’s pedantic, definitely arrogant, and a little disappointing; I thought I was much more fantastic and cutting edge. I mean, I have a design blog. Perhaps that’s the most illuminating piece, this expectation of greatness. I’ve been in the critic’s seat too long, and now I am the humble, bedragled writer.
So, with the hopes of beginning to sound less like a door to door salesman, and the intention of learning to articulate and bring together the swirling chaos in my head a little more effectively, thanks for your patience.
Also, with Eric’s help, hopefully you’ll be able to post comments soon too!
I love to write, like English major love to write. So when I started a new job downtown with a forced hour long lunch break I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to develop a writing rhythm. Instead, I found myself wandering around anthropologie at lunch time. Every day. For two months. Of course, as a recent college graduate with a husband in grad school meant that I’m not buying much, but I found that more than anything I love to search for bargains, for inspiration, to get those creative juices flowing so that I could go home, to goodwill and yard sales and those little out of the way sewing shops and craigslist free listings, and get creating. So at the very least I thought I would start writing and sharing my creations in a more formal setting than facebook. Eventually I hope to include some more in-depth posts about this creation process, this making and discovering of home. But for now, this is the fun, tangible record of my designs.