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On Being Invisible

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…

2013-Cabin front
The Year of the Flood

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.

IntrovertI 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…

fueledbychocolateDecember 2016:
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.

MargieSo, 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…

The Red House – we share the land with white tail deer, coyotes, skunks, weasels, owls, hawks… and mosquitoes.

About Home
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.

My Family

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.

131 comments

  1. Hello, I wanted to come back here and thank you for the follow, but again I got sidetracked by the richness of your blog! I love Canada and I love your perspective on life, yourself, your country, and blogging! I feel I could just shuffle around “in” your blog for weeks and find many treasures! Will be a frequent visitor just to explore the riches you’ve compiled here and can’t wait for more posts!

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    • That’s is very kind of you. I’m glad you found me!

      I’m looking forward to following your blog – the prompts are very interesting to someone my age!

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      • Oh, they are most interesting to me as well, but I don’t have the wealth of living the history of most of the people in my club yet! But it’s an enjoyable endeavor anyway! Looking forward to hearing what you think of some of the replies!

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  2. Hi Margie, thank you for following my blog, I don’t know how you found me but I am glad you did. I to am in that invisible phase of life, and actually really enjoying it, it gives me freedom. I look forward to reading about you as I follow your blog. Best wishes – Sue (in Suffolk, UK – I can see you are far away in Canada)

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    • You must have left a trail of bread crumbs somewhere and I just followed it!
      I understand what you mean by the freedom of being invisible.
      I look forward to reading your blog too, especially since I am so fond of the UK, having lived there for a few years.

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  3. Delighted to have discovered your blog this morning. I am at that invisible age too but NOT older than my house – thank goodness. I can tell I am going to thoroughly enjoy your blog. I am relatively new to blogging and struggling a bit to find my “voice.” Reading great posts like yours encourages me to be a bit more authentic. Your “About” section is a marvel.

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    • Thank you for your kind remarks. I’ve rewritten the ‘About’ section a number of times over the years – the struggle paid off I guess!
      I really understand your search for a ‘voice’. I discovered that just the act of blogging itself lead me to the place I am now. When I started, I wasn’t taking photographs, I wasn’t drawing stickmen, and I wasn’t very sure what (or if) my blog had a purpose or a direction. I eventually decided it is simply a journal of what I see as I age, and that is purpose enough!
      All the best in your blogging journey!

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      • Thank you, Margie. I think you’re right that the “act” of blogging will lead me somewhere. Right now I use it as an escape from life’s troubles – a form of therapy, I guess. And yet there are times I feel a strong urge to write about those things – my daughter’s brain injury, for example – so I am a bit betwixt and between. I’m sure, as you say, things will evolve to where they should be. In the meantime, I am going to enjoy perusing your blog. And I adore PUNS. Shamelessly.

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        • I find there is a fine line between what I want to write about and what I should say about people! My husband has a brain injury too, but I haven’t been able to find a way to write about that much without compromising his privacy. So, mostly I blog about non people things – like puns!

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  4. Margie…thanks for stopping by my blog and following! I so totally agree about being part of “the invisible age!” I was just having a discussion about that tonight with a friend….about how middle-aged women become invisible. I’m not sure I’ve ever had anyone else put it into words before!

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    • I believe the invisible age, and ageism in general, is relatively new. It seems to be more prevalent in North America, where the senior population is not viewed as having much value! Google ‘ageism’ – there are quite a few good articles that discuss this trend.

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  5. Gosh, you’ve already done it all. And I love all the bits and all the you’s and all the titles. And you’re Canadian. Some of my favourite people are Canadian.
    But then I got to the end and your blogging accomplishments and realised, gosh, you’re that Margie. I only lasted two months in the NBFP Club but they were some of the happiest days of my life. I still miss it. Well, maybe not the coffee…..

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    • I see you joined NBFP after I had passed my Presidency on to Al. He never has given me my share of the ‘Chocolate Dues’ to honour the fact that I founded the Club…
      Sorry I missed your ‘Freshly Pressed’ event. To be honest, I don’t follow the FP listings. My FP event was poorly attended, and if I had been consulted in advance, I would have declined. It was in the middle of dealing with the flood that wiped out our summer community. I had just lost an important part of my life – I didn’t ask for, or want, to lose my NBFP community too!
      But that’s water under the bridge, as they say…

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      • Oh. I think we ate it all at my farewell. I found it in a cupboard in the kitchen.

        Don’t feel sorry. I spent a lot of the party hiding in the bathroom. Too many strange people. I don’t think the whole FP thing is all it’s cracked up to be anyway.

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