welcome home, tiny bubbles

Alright, I promise not to have a hokey "champagne" reference in every post. Just this first one...or two...or until I run out of "subtle" ways to incorporate it into a title. We'll see...

And - as an explanation by way of example:

I'm terrible at exercise. I've yet to find a way to stay warm and dry AND have fun that manages to burn calories and get my heart rate up for any reasonable amount of time. Everytime I find something that seems like fun, I stick with it for a few weeks, then get bored and jump ship.

Same goes for haircolors. I was born with one of those "non" color haircolors - somewhere in between light brown and dark blonde and muddy auburn. So I change it every few months. I've been flaming red, been bleached blonde, been straight black...I just get tired of looking in the mirror and seeing the same thing, day after day...so why not change it up. Hair's not falling out yet, so it's got a little life left in it.

Do the same thing with clothes...shoes...favorite foods. Get tired of everything after a little while.

Stands to reason a blog would get the same way...

I got a little soft...too much rambling about wedding stuff, too few posts, cop-out picture slide shows...lazy stuff like that. I think I'd been staring at the same blog for awhile. I wanted to start fresh.

I know, I know, it's "trendy" right now to go mysteriously absent and then come back reinvented. Believe me: not trying to be trendy. Trying to find a batch of fresh inspiration, find my voice again, come up with something that motivated me.

I've got no major milestones like weddings and honeymoons looming ahead of me, so I'll have to rely on more abstract inspiration. But, who says that contentment can't be inspiring, too? Who says that happy and comfortable and at peace can't create an ongoing dialogue. Who says that I can't feel both sublime and creative at the same time?

SO - in honor of happiness, here's my new ode to suburban content - it's life on the up-and-up in a tiny, one-bedroom apartment. It's simple pleasures. It's being satisfied with where I'm at. It's creativity borne from the warm-fuzzies. It's going to bed with a smile on my face. It's champagne rising.