When I was little, I had lots of toys. Dolls, teddy bears, building blocks, cookery sets, the works.I loved my toys especially Baby Chrissy ( a hand-me down doll and an honorary member of my family).
Every so often, I would get a new addition to my ‘empire’. The new toy would always be the star of the show until, the newer one came along. Well that was the story of my life or is it the story of my toys’ lives.
When it was time for spring-cleaning, I’d always find my old toys huddled up in some nook. My interaction with these long lost inanimate objects would always conjure up feelings that I can only describe as ‘yummy’. I’d be excited about them all over again. I’d fall asleep playing with my older dolls…it felt like heaven. Actually it was heaven *cue the angelic voices*. However this romance was always short-lived because I’d soon have a new toy.
Funny but this blog feels like one of those toys. I recall all the psyche I had when I started it then..something happened. I got bored and moved on to the next thing. Then today, I remembered that I used to have a blog (actually 2) and decided to find it. I really dont know how long this will last but I plan to enjoy the ride.
I plan to enjoy this, as well as revive my other blog. Who knows I may end up being consistent.
Slowly but surely, I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. So hello my darling blog. Do you remember me?
