Hi Mum.
I have spent quite a few weeks procrastinating over this first, ever important post on my shiny new blag and honestly, it has got me nowhere. I am still undecided about what I want to say to the world; it seemed so very vital that I introduce myself in a witty, intelligent and becoming manner.
That is not going to happen.
I just need to get this initial gobbled piece out of the way and all of the amazingly exciting things I have to say will flow on from there.
Perhaps a small amount of information about why I am here will suffice.
I like ranting. I like cooking. I like knitting. I like new kitchen tools and balls of yarn. Essentially, I am turning into my mother.* I feel that it is important that I document this descent into madness so I fully understand the severity of the matter and keep tabs on what I do and say. I need to know the monster I am facing!
For example, I was unwell today and didn’t go to work. This should have involved me lying slothenly on the couch watching Ellen and drinking tea. Instead, I made potato and leek soup and undertook the ironing of many baskets of clothing. Madness I say! I guess if morphing into Mum means I get shit done, it can’t be all bad, can it?
Anyhoo, hello blag world. May I introduce myself as Adele, girl who might* do some interesting things and blag about them. Please keep in touch and offer advice at any time. I am sure I will need it more often than not. To the left is me doing something I love more than is probably healthy for the average human being. But hey, it brings me love from family and friends who reap the rewards!
*Mum despises the word Mother, and I always use it when I want to piss her off – like when I realise I am becoming her and she has to pay
*See what I did there – removed all pressure to post regularly or ever do anything interesting. wOOT!
