The other day as I was
wasting time on Facebook perusing Facebook for blog
inspiration, a link to this popped up on my feed.
It was written by the lovely and talented Karianne over at Thistlewood Farm. (Have you seen her blog? Seriously, go over there right now and take a look. Total home décor porn. )
So in her post Karianne gave us a little behind-the-scenes glimpse at Thistlewood Farm. Specifically she showed us where she blogs. And as it turns out, she blogs in exactly the same place I blog: the kitchen. The difference, of course, is that Karianne’s kitchen looks like this and mine, well, let’s just say mine doesn’t. (Probably explains the difference in our blogs.)
And I have to admit that this is a bit of a sore subject for me, the fact that I blog in the kitchen. Because it’s not just the blogging I do there. It’s also the bill paying, the phone call making, the permission slip signing--I think you're starting to get the picture...
Now don’t get me wrong, I *know* how lucky I am. I mean, this is the view from my kitchen window and I promise you that I’m grateful for it:
|Yes, that is a giant inflatable swan in the pool. |
She's my Beyonce.
(If you don't understand that reference please click here. You will not regret it.)
However I find it somewhat ironic that the person who runs the home, the one who spends the most time here, the person whose job title has the word home (as in HOMEmaker) prominently displayed within it, is the one person in the home who lacks a room of her own. (Every so often I need to get back to my English teacher roots and throw in a literary reference or two. Just bear with me.)
Each of my daughters has a bedroom and together they share a playroom. My husband has an office and, although it’s also a guestroom, he has another office at work and that one is all his.
I have a spot at the kitchen table.
My laptop stays there, open and running all day long, and unless I've been uber-productive there’s generally a stack of papers nearby that needs sorting through. It’s really not very pretty.
So in answer to your question, Karianne (that one about where I blog) well, here it is, warts and all:
It may not be terribly glamorous but it’s all mine.
(That is until more than five people want to eat at the table. Then I have to share. ;))
So, I gotta ask: Where do you blog?