When I first began dreaming about this blog, I was so giddy with the excitement of possibility. I imagined the logo, the photos, the posts I would share. I imagined all the stories I would tell and the recipes I would write.
What I didn’t think about was time, and life. It is amazing how much time in a day life takes up. Walks with Duke, an hour. Dishes, 7 minutes. Blow-drying my hair, 16 minutes. Three episodes of Chef’s Table on Netflix, let’s not get into that.
Life simply pushed its sweet face ahead of A Wellington Life. It was a whimper from Duke, asking to be walked, or the last tea spoon sitting dirty in the sink when I really want a cup of tea. Life is not always ready for you to sit down and type for an hour. (Although, miraculously, life is ALWAYS up for another episode on Netflix. Always.)
But a blog about life – even when it is a life spent in wellington boots – can’t be a life about a blog. I refuse to cook a delicious dinner just to Instagram it. I can’t take a sunset walk just to photograph it. That isn’t how you enjoy life, or how anyone should really live life.
What is the compromise then? How do you live life and share it with the world? That’s the tricky bit. I want to share our funny, muddy, yummy life with the world. My ultimate inspiration for this site was Manger, by Mimi Thorisson. Her pictures are better than mine will ever be, but her message is the same: a delicious, dirty life in wellies and designer dresses. Dogs all around. Good food all around. Happy days all around.
Her posts aren’t regular, but they fit in with life. When there is a fun story to tell, she posts. When there is a good recipe, she shares. I hope to share stories and recipes more frequently, but it will fit in with life (and Duke’s walkies).