Sam’s was the first blog to pop up on my RSS reader today, with the reminder that today is Blog Day 2006, and time to share the blog love.
And so I shall, with great relish. But there are so many! How can I choose? How about this: rather than post about my favorite food blogs or writing-related blogs, here are three blogs that inspire the projects I'm working on from totally different angles.
My name is Jennifer, and I’m addicted to Feminist Mormon Housewives , a blog in which five Mormon women post about issues that they’re grappling with, and an enormous community chimes in with thoughts and feedback. Should you cut your hair to please your husband? Is it sinful to wear a sleeveless dress? Is marriage the “ultimate” state? To someone unfamiliar with the belief system, these topics might sound like they’re from another era, but as someone who grew up in a faith practice similar in structure to mainstream Mormonism, many of their discussion threads hit close to home for me. This is one of those sites where I start clicking through the comment threads… and lose myself for an hour.
Keri Smith is an author, illustrator and “guerilla artist.” Her blog, Wish Jar Journal, is the type of blog that makes you feel as if you’re having lunch with your big sister ~ the type of big sister who walks in wearing amazing earrings, and hands you a mixed CD of music you’ve never heard before but love instantly, and who leans across the table and says things that you think about for days afterwards. It reminds me a little of another of my favorite illustrator/authors, Sabrina Ward Harrison. Rocking amazing talented women.
Every year, I tell myself: this is the year I learn French. I dream of ordering my café chocolate in Paris without sounding like dolt; I imagine asking a chef at a restaurant in the countryside how he makes his paté. This year, I procured a set of wonderful CD’s by Michel Thomas, and so I am making progress, albeit slow. In the meanwhile, I frequently stop by French-Word-A-Day, where Kristin Espinasse writes delicious bits about her days in Provence, all sprinkled with French words, with often humorous descriptions at the bottom. Charming.
Now I really must get back to