My House is … Homely? An Explanation of My Blog’s Name

Homely means plain or unattractive in American English (and Canadian). To quote the loquacious Mrs. Rachel Lynde, upon meeting the newly-arrived Anne Shirley:

“She’s terrible skinny and homely, Marilla … and hair as red as carrots!” – Anne of Green Gables, Chapter Nine: In Which Mrs. Rachel Lynde is Properly Horrified.

Rachel’s Properly Horrified Face.

In British English, however, it means cozy and comfortable – something any Tolkien fan will know because of this passage:

“Frodo was now safe in the Last Homely House east of the Sea. That house was … ‘a perfect house, whether you like food or sleep, or story-telling or singing, or just sitting and thinking best, or a pleasant mixture of them all’. Merely to be there was a cure for weariness, fear, and sadness.” — The Fellowship of the Ring

So, the gist here is that I am employing the British meaning. I like both food *and* sleep (and I get plenty of both), and I do hope that my house, which at this stage in our lives is actually a small apartment, can be a homely place for my little family: cozy, comfortable, and the perfect place for sleeping, eating, and all the rest.

So there you have it. And now, it’s almost 3am, and I have a rendezvous with my bed. Postpartum insomnia, my friends.

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I Started a Blog … that Started the Whole World Reading (Sung)

(Get it? The Bee Gees?)

Well, not the whole world. Maybe my husband. Probably my friend Yvonne.

I have corn bread in the oven and my baby is asleep, and I started this blog. Because it’s been on my mind for, well, a year or two.

Thing is, I fell in love with the community of Catholic mom bloggers that I’ve found. I wanted to join their ranks.

Can I really keep up with this, though? I feel like, when you have a baby (or several) – you really only have time for one or two fun things. Netflix. Books. A workout.*

But … I have decided to make this one of my fun things. This, and reading books. I’ve cut playing piano out of the picture because, to my shame, I wasn’t practicing at all even when I said I would.

So. Reading and blogging. That’s what I will do, on top of the other things I do (that’s mothering, cooking, and cleaning, folks).

I’m thinking this blog will be more of a diary than anything else. Some of the mom blogs I read regularly are “lifestyle” blogs that give me ideas or inspiration. Being new to my role as wife/mom/homemaker, I don’t have that kind of wisdom to offer, so this will just be a record of my comings and goings, my experiences, etc. And occasionally I’ll inflict my opinions upon the internet here in my obscure corner.

Cheers!

*I’d like to note here that I do not consider a workout actually fun. “Fun” here refers to any activity that is not related to domestic maintenance.