It's funny – I sometimes feel I should write 'big' posts. Monumental, intellectual, deep, thought provoking and worthy. Or at least funny.
I have at least 20 half written posts that I will go back to. That say something interesting or useful - because I feel that I should be interesting or useful.
After all, we live in the digital age. We have the lost library of Alexandria at our fingertips, in the shape of the internet. So how on earth can my little corner of the interweb measure up?
But yet the blogs I enjoy reading are the ones that share the little moments. The tiny joys of family life and domesticity, wrinkles, stains & warts n all!
In magazines I'm always attracted to the articles about people's everyday lives and routines. My absolutely favourite magazine column is the Sunday Times magazine's 'life in the day of' feature.
I've been reading this since I was about 12 years old. I never tire of hearing about the small routines and domestic setups that make up somebody's day (and yes, by default then make up their lives).
Anyway I'm waffling. The whole point of this post was to say that I felt compelled to share the small moments. And so here is a snapshot (or three) of right now.
What would you rather read about? Big deep moments or the gentle moments of domesticity? Or both?