Here it is. The first post. I have sat for a moment or two, or ten, trying to come up with something meaningful to say. Something witty, perhaps a bit inspiring. Some amazing post that would draw my nonexistent readers in, enticing them to spend a tiny slice of time with me as I ponder a myriad of topics such as math blocks, budget friendly dinners, and preferred knitting needles.
Then I realized that no matter what I slapped up here, I would hate it. Because my daughter doesn’t get her perfectionist tendencies from the fairies she so loves. And so, dear readers (future readers?), I give you this. A picture of my most favorite coffee mug. I bought it in a shop on Ocracoke many years ago. It’s my favorite because it’s just the right size, it fits comfortably in my hand, and because it calls me to do what I have such trouble doing.
And so here I am. Beginning.