Yes, well here I am, a forty eight year old woman starting a blog. I also walked down a catwalk for the first time a few Fridays ago. Does all this herald a late mid life crisis ? Probably…. well the catwalk, the prospect of which, not to put a tooth in it, terrified me, was a favour for a good friend. I contemplated having a strong medicinal drink or two for nerves , courage whatever, but that exponentially increased the risk of me falling over with Katie Perry’s “Firework” playing somewhere in the background. That risk was real but I digress.
This blog on the other hand has been milling around in the far reaches of my mind for quite some time. I like writing, I like musing aloud. My’apparent’ randomness is a source of sometimes great amusement and annoyance for my husband and older children..the younger two being still somewhat in my thrall. Also I began recently to read a rather wonderful blog by Jenny O’Connor called Jenny are ULO to be found at jennyareulo.wordpress.com. As I’m not a bit shy about piggy backing on the coat tails of someone else, here I am for my own personal pleasure with one eye on the clock venturing forth into the world of blogs.
I choose the title of the blog as I see myself very much as a” broad”. Despite brief flirtations with the idea of being a lady in my younger years. My DNA , my world view and my inherent contrariness just precludes me from having an ability to sustain that desire let alone attain it. I much preferred Calamity Jane as a gun toting woman and Eliza Doolittle as a flower seller than what they were transformed into. When living in one channel TV land back in the day, with Saturday re-runs of black & white and golden oldie films being our only respite from sport on RTE, I had very brief flights of fantasy based on Audrey Hepburn & Deanna Durbin. Even then though, I think I knew enough of my own soul that the price for me would be too high. Audrey & Deanna were replaced with my love for the likes of Ollie Campbell and Moss Keane. Although for the life of me I couldn’t understand why rugby players just kept running in to each other rather than around each other, I thought having the chance to get so muddy and be a grown up was just pure class. Actually I still do, as my friends who I have cajoled into going on mud runs with me can testify.
So here goes, the biggest challenge will probably be having the/some discipline to blog reasonably regularly. I have no expectations and I’m already winning as my teenagers are slightly perturbed by the idea of Mammy the Blogger. RESULT.