Salutations

Most people approach blogging like they approach online dating.  Phrases like “Oh, I don’t want to be here.  All my friends are making me do it...” or “I’m looking for some way to spend my time...” pepper that first entry.  I cannot say either excuse holds true for me.  I’m blogging for the secret reason no one is willing to admit: pure narcissism.  My only child syndrome has raged beyond its usual borders to make me believe that someone out there will care about what I have to say.  (The realist in me knows that 99.9% of people - including my six classes of high school students - don’t.)  So blog away I will.  Maybe you’ll laugh with me.  More than likely you’ll just cringe.  But either way, here we are.

So, what will this be about?  Who knows.  I don’t have runway worthy sense of fashion (see here) or an interesting life as an Upper East Sider in New York City married to a much older gentleman (see here). I am not a brutally funny New York Times best-selling author accompanied by a host of equally hilarious quadrupeds (see here) nor a host of STDS (see here).  I’m not going to tell you how to cook or bake your way into your own manifest destiny (see here), and my posts will not be accompanied by cartoons (see here).

Really, you should consider this blog a symbolic Kardashian: random, obscene and void of any skills.

However, unlike the famous Dash Dolls, “Whimsy Goes with Everything” will have a purpose.  I lead a charmed life...if by a “charmed life” you mean “fantastically ordinary.”  It is, however, my ability to transform the mundane into the magnificent that makes me a bright spot in a world that is a mere news cast away from being put on suicide watch.  Think of me as a real life Jess from “New Girl” without the bangs and hipster glasses.  If you want to read a hilarious anecdote about chocolate chips falling out of one’s shirt as she walks into work, look no further.  If you want to know which “all the rage” book to read next, or which cookie recipe has just the right combination of peanut butter and chocolate, I’m your girl.  If you want to know just how to incorporate pearls, gold and glitter into every one of your outfits...well, you get the point.

In other words, this blog will have everything to do with the fanciful, odd or quaint parts of life.  In other words: anything whimsy.  It goes with everything, after all.

Until tomorrow. (And I warned you about the vanity.)

xox0,
Gossip Girl


I mean...Megan