I’ve been blogging long enough to have a history!
November 2009: On Being Invisible and Red House Diaries
This blog started in a country called Canada in a place I call The Red House. I was investigating the Island of Invisible Women. I had discovered I was one of the occupants. I was at that awkward age – that one between 55 and 65. It is when a woman is older than all of her kitchen appliances, older than the house she lives in, but not as old as the dirt in the yard. It is an age when women are deemed to be too old to be beautiful and energetic, and too young to be wise and full of character. It is called the “Invisible Age.”
March 2011: A Lighter Shade of Grey
While crusading in my Coat of Invisibility, I discovered a powerful band of thieves were at work in the Wasteland of Superficiality. They had created an empire whose sole source of income depended on making women think they are not beautiful. Older women were offered dangerous potions to banish grey hair and wrinkles. Younger women were enticed into halls of cosmetics and lairs of surgeons who promised to make all their dreams come true – for a price. Even young girls were made to believe they were not pretty enough or thin enough. Oh, Lady Clairol, I will expose your trickery…
June 2012: As I Age
I was contently following my cosmetic-less Map of my Aging, when suddenly I stumbled into the Swamp of Shattered Dreams. My husband was in a motorcycle accident, several family members became ill, and my beloved Happy Place – the cabin – was destroyed in the ‘One in a Thousand Year Flood’. Stuck in the Mud Flats of Disillusionment, I shut the blog down for 4 months.
I eventually found the Well of Forgiveness and that released me from the demons that had held me captive, in my own home no less, for the better part of 5 months. As the year of 2013 prepared to depart, I happened to pass by the Castle of Introversion. I had peeked in the windows on several occasions, and though I suspected I would feel at home there, I had never spent any time contemplating my relationship to the people who happily came and went. In 2014, I entered and explored the castle.
March 2014: Serendipitous and Curating Serendipity
For several years my tagline was “What I see when I’m looking for something else”. That suggested the word Serendipity, which would have been a good blog name except another WordPress blogger was already using it, and we were both posting pictures to the same photo challenge. Confusing, so I renamed my blog Serendipitous, then Curating Serendipity.
I spent most of 2014 defending my neck of the woods from the intrusion of a proposed Motorsports Park. Our Committee was successful in stopping the project.
When life returned to some semblance of normal, I re-evaluated what my blog was about, and who I was doing it for. When I had crunched the stat numbers, and accepted that even my family and friends didn’t visit my blog all that often, I accepted that this blog is my gift to me. It is a scrapbook/diary of what my inner child thinks my outer body can and should do.
October 2015: Fueled by Chocolate
In keeping with the theme of ‘This Blog is for Me’, I changed the name of the blog to reflect my love of Dark chocolate. There are very few days that I don’t have a bite or two! I love the stuff…
With seven years of blogging completed, it was time for another change. I started a blog just for my flora/fauna photos at Birds, Blooms and Bugs. Then I started another blog just for quotes and quips: The Quippery. Last, but not least, I started a blog for Drawing and Photo Editing: Almost Artistic. I wrestled for a while with whether I should buy a domain for this blog and move it over to a new site. That would have meant I would lose seven years of stats and followers, so I scrapped that idea for now.
So, Who Am I?
I am a Canadian blogger who has chosen to write under my childhood name, Margie (or Margy if that makes the ‘g’ a hard ‘g’ not the soft sound of ‘j’.) I have many other names – dearest, mother, grandma, aunt and probably the name my son-in-laws call me when I am out of hearing range…
I have moved from house to house and country to country, but now I am home again. Home is a Red painted House in Canada. I am “Grandma in the Red House”, which makes it very difficult to contemplate painting it some other colour. I am also a Canadian Snowbird – my winter home is a ‘Bland Beige’ bungalow in Arizona.
The Car Guy, the Spousal Unit – keeper of the fleet; retired; a motorcycle accident left him with a brain injury. He and I are learning much about brain plasticity.
The Cooker – Christine, eldest daughter – excellent cook; mother to Lego Kid and Wild Child. Husband is The Fisherman.
The Baker, middle daughter – go-to girl for desserts at all functions, photographer, bookkeeper, mother of Sting and Curious George. Husband is Mr. RV.
The Beader, youngest daughter – a nurse, a cat lover, and a bead maker. Husband is Beast.