Want to go to lunch? Don’t ask me where I want to go because I’ll probably say, “Any place is fine with me.”
Even if I add, “…maybe not Mexican” you could say, “That’s too bad…I found a terrific Mexican restaurant!” and I’d probably beat you to the car in my haste to try it. It isn’t that I’m demurring when I say any place is fine. Do I want to eat out? YES. That’s my opinion. Where is irrelevant.
When I was in school, those aptitude tests we took told me nothing. I would score equally in several completely unrelated areas, giving the counselor no idea of where to point me. Dearly Beloved has already retired with a wife who never figured out what she wanted to be when she grew up. (Except Mrs. DB, of course.)
Don’t even ask my favorite color…book…movie. When I take those magazine tests on What’s Your Decorating Style? it turns out I don’t have one. “What’s Your Personality Type?” is a waste of time for me. My clothing style? HA! Our garden is pretty, but it isn’t cottage, or Charleston, or native–it’s some of all of those and more. Or less.
Does that mean I’m well-rounded or simply wishy-washy? Darned if I know.
Is my enjoyment of knitting, sewing, embroidery, needlepoint, gardening, and crafting simply the megrim (Word of the Day! ta dah!) of an unfocused mind? For sure it indicates a lack of dedication to either, and allows for mediocre skills in each. If my craft closet is cluttered, my brain must be ready to blow all that stored confetti.
My hopscotch interests make my visual hikes into the blogosphere dizzying. My favorite bread is a Blogroll. I’d have callouses on my bum if I looked at all the blogs that I find entertaining.
The knitting blogs…OH MY GOSH! I never tire of looking at their FO’s. That’s Finished Objects, something you haven’t seen on my blog. They’re amazing! They not only complete projects, but they spin, they dye, they make up their own patterns…I am SO not in their universe, but in awe of their talents. I could (and do!) spend hours peeking into their knitting baskets.
The blogs by the graphic artists, the design mavens. . . holy cow! The art blogs. . . how can anyone be clever enough to think up Paris Breakfasts? And the sewing blogs! These aren’t women who do the smartypants dance simply because they’ve completed a Simplicity pattern without having to rip out a seam. They know what all those presser feet are for, design their own patterns. They have to tell you that they made what they’re wearing. (sigh)
The knitting blogs led me to the nature/birding blogs, thanks to the Nature Knitter who shows me sights I missed when we lived in Minnesota. What nice people the birding bloggers are! Mary Ferraci is a friend; I just haven’t met her yet. She’s generously supplied me with photographs even after I maligned her favorite dog breed. To know someone who can supply a horny toad on demand is not to be taken lightly!
Down to Earth takes me up and down rivers and creeks in eastern North Carolina, where I grew up and reminds me of beauty I’d long forgotten. And Mountain Musings shows me a part of our state unmatched in majesty, except for those weird white squirrels. She transplanted from Wisconsin to NC; we transplanted from NC to Wisconsin for several years. Dawn Fine goes EVERYWHERE and takes us along for the ride.
There are some cooking blogs that I love to browse and they led me to the writing blogs which I have been exploring of late. I love the simplicity of 100 Words from Dublin. Don’t let me ever miss Dooce.com’s Daily Chuck picture; I’m admiring of anyone who can support herself with a blog!
Then there are the book blogs, the pet blogs, the photography blogs, the news blogs…! My recent discovery of some good blogs by retired women was like opening a chocolate sampler. Hello, friends! Just this week, I’ve come upon some responsible current events blogs.
Send on the links to the self-discipline blogs!
In the meantime, I’d better not put myself up against a fifth-grader, but I could learn a thing or two from this five-year-old:
MY NAME IS MARY LEE AND I’M A BLOGOHOLIC!