This is something fresh and new I’m trying. New things are scary, but sometimes scary is good. I am going to try writing my own story, in little parts. What I think, what I do, what I see. Like an old scrapbook, with pictures and quotes and movie tickets pasted in. There shall be recipes and stories for rainy days. Sketches and scribbles and sewing.

I want this to be simple. Simple, pure and heartwarming things make me smile. A spider’s web of memories and magic and fairy tales. A treasured keepsake journal for anyone to stumble upon. It won’t all be sunshine and butterflies, because life isn’t, sometimes its greyclouds and beestings, there will be a little of that too.

Most of all I want it to be real. Even if half of it is make-believe, it will be real to me.