There are dozens of blog posts in my head, but lately I’ve had trouble completing even one. (You may have noticed?)
Elsa maintains a strict rule that Mama is not allowed computers, paper products, or pens without her personal supervision. If I try to sneak out my laptop during playtime, she appears instantly by my side to chew the cord or whomp the keyboard. So motherhood is no help. Still, the kiddo does, eventually, go to sleep.
(rare sight)
E’s bedtime is when our real day begins — grown-up conversations, bill paying, Web surfing. By that point I’m half-way to brain-dead (sometimes more), but I can’t pretend I don’t have time to blog. The two hours I spent playing Spider Solitaire tonight would attest to that.
At heart, my real problem is a failure of confidence. Stay-at-home parenting works a number on your identity in relation to the outside world. After decades of academic and career successes, suddenly my biggest achievement each day is wrestling one tiny human to sleep. And too often I fail at even that! Somehow, this makes it harder and harder for me to face the empty page (or screen, as the case may be) and believe I can fill it with thoughts that anyone out there would actually want to read. Therein lies the real roadblock.**
I figure desensitization is the only way around this sudden blogophobia, so expect lots of posts for the near future!
What causes you to have blogger’s block? How do you overcome it?
** (Also, parenthood is making me not good at words plus how to use them.)
I can’t complete a blog post to save my life. I keep getting halfway done and … fizzling. Am going through an unusually fatigued stretch, and I’m just not feeling the inspiration.
So, here’s a plea to all of you for the inspiration I lack: Is there anything you want to know? About my life, or, gosh, I don’t know, maybe even life in general? Whatever, I can use Google. Just please give me something — anything — to work with!
Sorry for all of yesterday’s troubles with the live blogging software! (For anyone who subscribes by email, no I did not blog in Latin. Don’t know where THAT came from….)
I must admit, I’ve never had much feeling for orange. All my love for the color used to be wrapped up completely in this guy, who passed away this spring:
But I’m very recently coming to appreciate orange as a color separate from just the cast-off fur that used to cover my home and clothes courtesy of Jack. Ed wears it well, and it always looks bright and fresh on him. Holly over at decor8 recently named orange the “color of the month” for June and her features on the various orange hues in home decor, as well as a photo montage of orange fashions and orange items on Etsy, had me looking at the color in new ways. And one of my regular blogs, How About Orange, even uses the color in its name!
Despite all of this, I only own one orange item I can think of: a fake tangerine made of marble that’s part of my fake fruit collection. (I have a strange love for fake fruit!) Well, one item until this week, that is. As a birthday gift to myself, I bought this slip from Amanda of Every Little Thing:
She takes vintage slips and dyes them, then screen-prints them with nautical images. (In this case my astrological sign, which seemed appropriate for a self-birthday gift. I’ve never liked being a “crab” but love it here!) There are still a few slips available in her Etsy shop if you hurry….
So I missed out on Green Day yesterday … completely underestimated the disruption of attempting to blog during a family visit, especially when your family is sleeping in the room where the computer lives! But I’m just squeaking in under the wire with today’s Yellow post.
Yellow doesn’t fit well with most of the color scheme of my home, but I absolutely adore the mood lift that the color brings. I really only have three yellow collectibles that I can think of — some fake daffodils from Target (beloved for the Wordsworth poem), a little stepstool from childhood, and a teapot that I picked up at an estate sale in NC for a couple of dollars about 10 years ago. The three have been grouped together in one otherwise-useless corner of the kitchen counter that I think of as “the yellow corner”:
And then of course there are the required rubber duckies in the bathroom…. The little guy with all the attitude on the left is said to be the original rubber duck. When I lived in New York, I once went to the chi-chi Zitomer Pharmacy and browsed its stash of high-end products quite thoroughly, and all I walked away with was this little guy and some Band-Aids with funny patterns on them. Guess I’m still just a kid at heart.
Then there’s the most important yellow duck in the household — Zoe’s toy Duckie. The Duckworth Family are supposedly ergonomically engineered to fit a dog’s mouth, and, while that has always sounded a bit silly to me, I’ve never known a dog who didn’t love a Duckworth toy above all else. Trust me on this one!
Finally, a quick shot from Home Cheap Home, the decorating book from dear, departed Budget Living magazine. They suggest using vintage scarves to recover a lone chair, and I love the bright yellow color they used to paint this one. How could you not be happy with this chair in your home???
And the house that made me realize that, as much as I love little yellow accents around the house, I love an actual yellow house the best of all! Frank Black’s house from the late 90’s TV show Millenium:
But no matter how fond I am of yellow, I think these guys like it even more…..
(Photo by Jodi Cobb, from Fashion, published by National Geographic)

















