I LOVE words. I love to put themtogether and a p a r t and in jussst the right fashion to make feelings and moments and *magic*. This ain’t a writing blog.
Baking makes me giddy from the ends of my hair to the tips of my toes. Cooking is another matter altogether so I’m working hard to let some of the baking *gid* spillintomycooking. This is neither a baking blog nor a cooking blog.
I hunger for a good book with the same wild appetite I have for vino and dark chocolate and days spent by the sea. This is not a book blog, wine blog, chocolate blog or beach bum blog.
I am the mama of two fiery girls who set my heart a flutter. Their stolen kisses and carefree laughter, their always soaring through the wind tresses and the screaming whisper *sparkle* in their eyes make a lovesick teenager out of me. If they grow up to be kind women with a strong sense of self, then I’ll have done alright. This is not a mommy blog.
I believe in something BIGGER & GRANDER than me, with a hand in miracles and all things ordinary. I believe you get what you give. I believe if you ask the universe for what you want, what you need, it will respond; just listen. This isn’t a spiritual blog.
I like the idea of making things but I rarely do. I’d like to make more things. This isn’t a craft blog.
This blog is none of these things and all of these things and a whole lot of other things.
I just want to write my heart out. I don’t want to forget anything about this life. I’m the girl who used to save her best shoes, best dress, best clutch, best everything for the right moment. I realize now is the right moment. I’m writing to remember, writing to cherish, writing to breathe. I’m writing because it’s the only way I know how.
Almost forgot. I’m Carla.