I have been inspired.  By friends who so faithfully klick-klack on their keyboards weekly, seductively drawing me into their inner worlds, allowing me to walk through their front door without knocking.  By people I don’t even know, rummaging through their lives by words and photos, sporadically flipping from post to post with no rhyme or reason.  I cry with them and sympathize with the trials of life that they expose so unguarded.  I laugh and fall in love.  I want others to know these people that I don’t know.  I like them. 

As it turns out, I not only like my blogger friends that I do know, I happen to adore them.  And even some, love with all my heart.  I want to play, too.  I like this world of simple pleasures, of unbridled thoughts tickering through my head and capturing them for the world to share.  A place where the material things of life sidestep their way off my computer screen and creativity beckons.  “Where do I begin?” I ask myself in a state of half confusion, half panic.  Living in a world of design, anal retentive systems and an obsessive need for organized flow this “diving in” mentality brings on anxiety.  I have already obsessed over the supplied font selection and stop to remind myself, this is about random creativity.  A collection of all things loved.  The juxtaposition of having absolutely nothing to say, yet having so much to tell you about. 

And so it is.  I am inspired to capture the loves of my life and tuck them away like treasures in a locket proudly dangling from a little girls chest.  Knowing the feeling of being asked what’s inside, the sheer glee that someone is intrigued by your shiny gold trinket and wanting, unabashedly, to share.  My family, my friends, my soul-mates that hail from both sexes, my hairy little pups that I so adoringly refer to as my rats.  I love so much.  I love the feeling of the thick heat of the car that plows into you on a hot summer day after eating in a cold restaurant.  I love walking through Costco, grasping onto the over-sized shopping cart and walking with a swing in my hips, because I feel so little and sassy behind that big thing.  I love dancing in the living room with my husband, where my moves are never judged, and I am free.  I love… sopapillas and sausages.

My door is open.  Come and go as you please.