The Blogger is Back
Once upon a time I had a blog.
It was entertainingish. It was about new motherhood, newlywed life, losing baby weight, my adorable toddler/baby daughters, and connecting. I thought it was great, anyway. It might have been complete crap. My dad thinks I'm a talented writer and I'm sure he's not biased ;).
One time I posted about a meltdown I had over my husband bringing home margarine when I asked him to pick up butter, and another about how my oldest daughter (who was 3 at the time) asking me if bananas would make her fat because I was a weight-obsessed monster who was ruining my children.
It was all fine and in good fun, until my husband's co-worker's made weird remarks to him about butter (to which, he hadn't actually read the blog and was left all confused) and a woman in the grocery store said, "Honey, bananas will not make you fat!" to my daughter, in the cart, who had no recollection of the story I had posted for the world to see.
I received a lot of feedback (good and bad) and endless unsolicited advice because my life had become such an open book. I wanted be authentic and real, because there are already plenty of mommy-bloggers out there posting magazine-worthy photos of their home decor, their baked goods and their adorable outfits. And, while I love those things, I already spend enough time on Pinterest. So I decided if I wasn't going to be authentic and real, I wasn't going to post.
Then eventually, the more I started to let everyone in, the more I started to imagine my then toddler daughters reading these private, delicate moments of their childhood as adults. How would I feel at 20 years old if my mother had documented every embarrassing thing (from her perspective, mind you) for strangers to read?
I could no longer tip toe the line between authentic/true and being discreet and protecting my family.
So why am I back? To write about Ruffle Couture. I'm writing to document the building of this little business. Because I am so intertwined with Ruffle Couture, you will inevitably get some Anna, too. Sorry?
My hope with this new blog is to inspire creativity, connect and grow.
Warning to those who didn't read my old blog -- I overuse things like parentheses and the word "so".
I am so excited.
It was entertainingish. It was about new motherhood, newlywed life, losing baby weight, my adorable toddler/baby daughters, and connecting. I thought it was great, anyway. It might have been complete crap. My dad thinks I'm a talented writer and I'm sure he's not biased ;).
One time I posted about a meltdown I had over my husband bringing home margarine when I asked him to pick up butter, and another about how my oldest daughter (who was 3 at the time) asking me if bananas would make her fat because I was a weight-obsessed monster who was ruining my children.
It was all fine and in good fun, until my husband's co-worker's made weird remarks to him about butter (to which, he hadn't actually read the blog and was left all confused) and a woman in the grocery store said, "Honey, bananas will not make you fat!" to my daughter, in the cart, who had no recollection of the story I had posted for the world to see.
I received a lot of feedback (good and bad) and endless unsolicited advice because my life had become such an open book. I wanted be authentic and real, because there are already plenty of mommy-bloggers out there posting magazine-worthy photos of their home decor, their baked goods and their adorable outfits. And, while I love those things, I already spend enough time on Pinterest. So I decided if I wasn't going to be authentic and real, I wasn't going to post.
Then eventually, the more I started to let everyone in, the more I started to imagine my then toddler daughters reading these private, delicate moments of their childhood as adults. How would I feel at 20 years old if my mother had documented every embarrassing thing (from her perspective, mind you) for strangers to read?
I could no longer tip toe the line between authentic/true and being discreet and protecting my family.
So why am I back? To write about Ruffle Couture. I'm writing to document the building of this little business. Because I am so intertwined with Ruffle Couture, you will inevitably get some Anna, too. Sorry?
My hope with this new blog is to inspire creativity, connect and grow.
Warning to those who didn't read my old blog -- I overuse things like parentheses and the word "so".
I am so excited.
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