A Fresh Angle… or so I thought.

It is just another chapter – a new phase, in life. And with a new phase comes a new blog!

The old blog, Four Little Seymours, ran its course, and for various reasons, I called a halt to it. Somewhat relcutantly, I might add.

And since then, I have had cause to want to put fingers to keyboard on several occasions, as there is always something happening that I don’t want to forget. And therein lies my main reason for blogging: I want a record.

Not that I feel that an undocumented life is any less worthy – oh no! Of course not. I am not a “pics or it didn’t happen” kind of person. In our techy world, there are records everywhere; photos, videos, posts, CCTV… future historians will have so much to go on, they may be overwhelmed! But for me, understanding my own perspective on things helps me to stay balanced, and putting things down in words, carefully, is part of that process.

So I can’t stop.

Yet, it is difficult, finding my angle. There is no USP to what I do. I am an expert on precisely nothing. I shamefully used my four children as blog fodder for a decade. What can I use now?

I have spent a few weeks trying to work out what “content” I am going to post, and am still none the wiser. I don’t feel equipped to initiate a lifestyle page, as I have no clue what I’m doing, and am winging it on all cylinders. I can’t cook, I know nothing about fitness nor fashion and watching me tidy would take forever, even on a sped-up setting (as I get sidetracked and leave the room). Get ready with me? I don’t think so. I don’t get ready. I just leave. If I try to get ready, I start to question whether I should be going out at all.

The most obvious choice, I guess, would be our renovations. But with these taking FOREVER due to no money and still no ability to clone my husband (Big Seymour, if you recall, is doing all of it in his spare time), the progress report might not be meaty enough… and so, once again, I think I will just lace my building updates with memories, anecdotes, musings, events and, if the Four Little Seymours give their permission, the odd mention of them here and there.

Ultimately, my blog is an indulgence and it will involve the words I and me a fair bit, which is frustrating. But perspective is a personal thing by its very nature, and if it all starts to get a bit to egocentric, feel free to scroll on past. I won’t be offended.

And so, The Cactus House Diaries will be just that: journal entries from a rather dilapidated house that used to be world-famous for its affiliation with spiky pot plants, that is now getting the Big Seymour treatment, slowly but surely giving it a touch of its former grandeur. Or something like that.

With some random stuff thrown in.

I don’t suppose I will ever go viral with my blog, but random stuff is what I do, and I don’t think I can deviate from that.

I’m doing me!

Enjoy.