I look at my blog and I laugh. I can't imagine why anyone wouldn't want to follow up on the random and pointless things that I post. Honestly what kind of a person wouldn't be thrilled to know what piece of art made me smile or the fact that I lost my lucky ring breaks my heart? I guess sometimes I sort of feel guilty in a way. I know I can be one of those people who posts things that you read and then say wow did I really just waste five minutes out of my precious life looking through that? Then I think again, it's my blog right? It's all about me, which is strange. I mean I know I could be one of those normal people who writes about their tender love affairs or how touching their grandparents stories are, but I save that stuff for my journal. I've turned my blog into a place where I put beautiful things, in all shapes and forms that I can't help but share. Take it or leave it I suppose.




