Just kidding. It’s Groundhog Da – right.
YOU GUYS, I just watched a live stream of Punxstatssdksdhfy Phil and he saw his shadow. He saw his shadow. Which means, six more weeks of winter. But, of course he saw his shadow, there were camera lights right on him and above him. OF COURSE THERE’S A SHADOW. Thanks, cameraman. Thanks a frickin’ lot. You just gave us more winter. Had you NOT had that light shining right on him, we’d be looking at tulips and crocus and strappy sandals in the FACE.
It should be called Stupid Cameraman Light Day.
When I was younger, I thought that seeing his shadow meant spring was coming early, because the sun was getting a jump on things. If the sun’s out, spring’s coming, right? See THAT is logic.
You’re like, go back to your cave.
We booked our cottage in New England! (!!!!)
It’s HAPPENING. We’re going. We’re totally going. Guess where we ended up! But first, you should know, I read and researched every single place you suggested, and every single place was gorgeous and quaint and perfect. So thank you for the massive hand holding there.
We’re going to spend a month in Lords Point, Connecticut! Which is a tiny beach community in Stonington, CT, and bumped up right next to Mystic, CT. HELLO MYSTIC PIZZA 1988 JULIA ROBERTS. I’m dying. So excited.
We rented a small cottage right near the water. It’s super cute. Flowers outside, a picket fence, BUNK BEDS for the kids, a loft for us. Annnnnnd it’s basically an hour and a half from Stars Hollow, you guys. Well, where Stars Hollow would be. But in my head it’s totally there. I’m dying. So excited.
Twoish-hour train ride to NYC, a little over an hour to Boston, an hour from Yale University. It’s all just right there! I’m dying. So excited.
Our plan is to have our home base in Lords Point, but still make day trips around the whole New England area. I want to take the kids to Rockport, MA. And the beaches in Rhode Island. Maybe bike ride around Martha’s Vineyard. We’re doing it!! I’m dying. So excited.
If you live in the Stonington/Mystic area and have suggestions for me, totally let me know. We’ll be there ALL OF JUNE. All of it. The whole month.
I’m dying. So excited.
I want to get your take on something.
And I’m COMPLETELY switching gears on you. Brace up.
The other day I read this interesting article about how blogging is dead. Which, I know – people have been saying that for a while now. Even I felt the slight shift a year or so ago. More specifically, it talks about the MOMMY internet has changed so much. How it used to be this vulnerable space where moms would vent, air their dirty laundry, complain about their kids, their relationships, awful paint colors, on and on. And I remember that era! It happened with food blogs, too.
It went on to say how much advertising has taken over our Instagram feeds, and how everything is so polished and curated and lifeless. Which I get! I totally see that.
But my main takeaway from the article (which isn’t the one they probably intended) is that blogging is dead. Or, that mommy blogging is dead. Let me tell you, I don’t consider myself a mommy blogger. I actually kind of hate those words. Why not just call us uterus bloggers.
I’m getting off track.
My question is – do you still read blogs?! The irony isn’t lost on me in this question. You’re READING THIS BLOG. I know. And I love it and you! But like, do you spend mooooore time on Instagram where the commitment isn’t as deep? Scroll scroll scroll, like like like, off you go.
And listen, I get it! Platforms shift and I gotta roll with the changes. More time is spent in Instagram Stories, where our dialogue is real time, and gone in a flash.
But. . . I seriously hope blogging isn’t dead. Because I still have such a love for story telling and long-winded rants and brain vomit and recipe sharing and US. The whole reason I started this blog 8 years ago.
My hope is that my space isn’t one of those lifeless, polished commercial turds that saturate this “influencer” industry. I hope that when you come here, you see me. You see real. You see mistakes and imperfection, but that you also see something a little fun, fresh and exciting. Something you can take with you, but doesn’t leave you feeling like you were just gutted with superficial doo doo nonsense.
Yes, this is my yearly mental blogging breakdown, JUST LET ME HAVE THIS.
(p.s. point is, I’m not going anywhere. I hope you don’t either.) (I can’t get a kissy face emoji here, so just pretend it is.)
(but if a kissy face makes you barfy, just pretend it’s the clinking champagne glasses one. I like that one.)
(or the gold heart one.)
(or the two girls dancing.)
Oh crap I thought I was at the end of this post.
Oh! Guess what. If you live in the LA area, I’ll be speaking (Lord help us) at Indulge Conference this April! I’ll be talking about how to relate to the reader beyond the recipe. I think I might even have a power point or something. AND SHOULDER PADS.
(You’re like, pass.)
It’s going to be a fantastic lineup of lady boss speakers, so if you’re in the area, I’d love to meet you! And attempt to not scare you away.
(You’re like, fat chance.)
I’m TRACKING TWO STORMS. You know I’m at my happiest when I’m tracking a good storm. Looks like snow on Sunday, and a bit more on Tuesday. Which will all disappear within the next hour because this is the Midwest and I can’t believe that camera man put a freaking LIGHT ON PHIL.
Of course he saw his shadow!
Of course he did.
I’m getting more coffee.