SIMPLY AmuseING

It's fun to have a muse. I often try to pretend I'm one myself. Dancing around my apartment waving my silk (Made in China(town)) scarf in the breeze, hair blowing in the wind (wheezing air conditioning unit) like one of those hot chicks in the shotgun of a drop-top 1950's convertible. Thinking man, these people on the couch must be captivated by me, as I begin to imagine what wonderful shakespearian sonnets I'm commandeering from their mesmerized minds right now. You're welcome, couch goers. You're welcome boyfriends, best friends, relatives and roommates. You. Are. Welcome.

And if it's only for a moment that I'm unaware of the fact that the only aura I'm capturing is that of an Inflatable Breezy Geezer, then a moment it shall be. But until the day that I'm some Andy's Edie (and it will come folks, it will come), I thought I'd stick and start with sharing some of my own digital inspirations. The following is an award-worthy list of my very own muses of the mouses.

Atlantic - Pacific

Best: Style Icon Blog

I'd like to think I dress like her. I don't. But I tell myself, someday...someday.

Young House Love

Best: DIY Design Blog

These self-proclaimed DIY Dorks have the ability to get make you go Bob Vila for the day, though I've yet to figure out where they get the time.

Allie - Spies

Best: Ode to Photography

Not only because she's a personal friend of mine, but because this chick is rul' good with the click.

A Cup of Jo

Best: Love Letter to Life in New York

This one always surmises smile and forever makes me miss my city.

Eat And Greet

Best: Tasty Blog

Not because she's another friend of mine, but because she's a Mini-Martha. Without the stick up her ass.

Enjoy!

Blog Virgin.

So I've been bitten by the blog bug and I'm embarrassed. I feel like that grandmother who just signed onto America Online with the screen name 'SexySewsALot', sitting excited, erect at her computer in a fog of anxious, ignorant bliss. Except I assume that my title might be a bit more original. Which is why I'm probably wrong. Also, the word blog gives me the weird feeling.

I'm not sure what the ultimate point of this whole thing will be yet. So don't go setting yourself up for some big show here. Self-control, maybe. My mind and mouth work like an ADHD kid high off Halloween candy so if nothing else, maybe this will give my acquaintances a break. Although if we're being honest, I’m most concerned about myself. Because dispensing the same advice, ideas, suggestions and unsolicited opinions to several different people several times a day can get tiring. But, those close to me know that I do it because I love (to hear myself talk) them.

So maybe now when you need to know where to run for dinner, what to cook for 15 dudes, where you can find the perfect gift, how to say “it’s over” to your cleaning lady, boss, boyfriend or wardrobe, how to spice up an otherwise boring day or, most commonly, when you need to be talked off that awesome cliff everyone loves to spend time atop, you can pull me up. Lucky you.

But it's most important to know that I’m not an expert on anything. I’m not a chef. I'm not a decorator. I'm not a fashion-icon, a political activist, a restaurant critic, a therapist, or a tour guide. In fact, I am not someone whose opinions should be thought of as an authority in any one field. I'm just an easily-excitable 20 something who's yet to lose her luster for life. Someone with a knack for writing, heavy imagination, big mouth and a tank full of gas...

...And I have no idea what I'm doing.