The Unexpected

Dad and me at our favorite place in the world: the beach

When I haphazardly launched this blog in January 2009, I had no grand plan. I started blogging with only a couple ideas. First of all, I would focus on writing and photographing my crafty endeavors. Secondly, I would keep an upbeat, kind of Pollyannaish tone.

My first idea sort of undid itself. Even though I only have a handful of blog posts under my belt, I see a clear trend of food/eating as a subject matter. That is O.K. - food is a fine thing about which to write. I mean everybody has to eat!

It is my second self-imposed directive that has prevented me from neglecting my blog for so long. The happy tone that I wanted to use in this blog has been temporarily silenced. My family and I were abruptly thrown into the dark dark world of grief and mourning on May 18. My dad unexpectedly died. There was no warning, there were no signs that he had a sick heart.

During the summer I thought that I was ready to write about the lighter parts of life. As a matter of fact, I thought it would provide a good escape from my grief-laden world. I had taken a slew of pretty photos and had plenty of happy/beautiful/tasty things I would have loved to share on this blog. But, I had no desire to do so. I thought that waxing on about the breathtaking beach in Florida or the fabulous food in New Orleans (both of which I experienced in the second half of 2009)would be hollow - if not to others, at least to myself.

There are no two ways about it, I can not completely flex my creative muscle without acknowledging the emotional havoc I have been going through since May. I really really want to continue blogging. I have no intention of turning my blog into a cyber-therapy session. And, anyway, right now my grief is too raw and too intimate to share.


Hopefully, I will be back better than ever, sharing my latest culinary adventure or a paperlicious-crafty-wonderthing.